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started crying and pointed at Dolores. “Scary lady,” he said.
Her son’s voice was tired but final. “Leave, Mom. And don’t come back.”
Dolores turned to me, expecting me to drive her back to my house. I said no.
“You can find your own way wherever you’re going,” I said calmly, “but it won’t be my home.” I explained that I’d documented every horrible thing continue reading …
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