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Now, last month I was told my friend had gone to this guys house, and that they had been found in bed together. But I'm sure that at the time the person telling me this wasn't sure if anything had happened. So I fretted about it awhile, but then it kind of went to the back of my mind, and I had almost stopped thinking about it. But this just last week, I was told she had been raped. And we had this big talk at dinner, and there is some other drama involved, and ug. But I wrote this the night I was told about it. I didn't edit this at all, seeing how it was an emotion dump, so yeah. Here it is. I know so many people who have been raped/sexually abused... o.o

"The man who cannot endure to have his errors and shortcomings brought to the surface and made known, but tries to hide them, is unfit to walk the highway of truth.”

-James Allen

I had gotten into another fight with my family and it was a bad one. I was feeling alone and forgotten, and I has people yelling at me so that didn't help. But things worked out.

Descended from one of the Stuart's bastards, she is distantly related to most of Europe's royal houses.  She was the only biracial student in our classes at the time I was in high school.  Racial prejudice and my own cowardice prevented us from being lovers.  So here, the old man says what the young boy was unable to say, his words delayed.

WRITTEN 01/21/09