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17 voicemails, 12 texts to my old number. Eight emails. Three physical letters mailed to Stanford. Nine calls from my father. Four voicemails. Six emails. I read five emails. Listen to two voicemails. The voicemail from September 16th, 9:54 p.m. My mother was drunk. You know what hurts? I dedicated my life to helping kids like you, like Sloan. And continue reading …
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