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us about your life with the Owens, DA Greer said. I did. The pink room, the clothes that didn’t fit, the forced haircuts, no ID, no birth certificate, pulled from school, no education, working as unpaid labor, being told every day, you’ll never be her. Being treated like a placeholder, a substitute, a ghost given flesh. I slept in a dead girl’s room,continue reading …