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            <title>Chapter 3</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[THE O’NEIL’S NOTIFIED THE police that I had run away, even though technically, they had kicked me out. They must have realized that they needed the income, which meant getting me back. After a short reunion with my mother, the police showed up at her house to take me away again. I begged them to leave me, but their hands were tied. “Well, Shannon,…]]></description>
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            <title>Chapter 2</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[WHEN CHILD SERVICES CAME to take me away again, I had mixed feelings. When I was with my mother, I wanted to be anywhere but home, but now that Child Services had placed me with another family, I desperately wanted to be home with my mother, even if she was abusive. Looking back, I think I just wanted her to accept me because I…]]></description>
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            <title>Chapter 1</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[ONE OF MY EARLIEST memories is when I was two years old, and my stepfather, Richard, pressed a gun against my head. &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; “If you tell your mother, I will kill you,” he told me. &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; I looked down at the ground. My throat was dry, and my hands were shaking badly. I whimpered that I wouldn’t tell a soul. I had no doubt…]]></description>
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