Abused girl crying I had been working in the small local diner for about six months. Money was tight at our house and upcoming graduation was expensive, so the extra money was a big help. I loved working there and loved, loved, loved my customers. Bill always showed me pictures of his wife and kids. They were precious. Francis was an older woman who had just lost her husband. She hated cooking for herself so she came in the diner often for a square meal. I made it a point to
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