
Once, my mom spotted a bruised woman with three children holding a cardboard sign in the Wal-Mart parking lot. It was pouring down rain. I was seven. “Stay in the car,” she said, locking me in.
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I hate how the Les Misérables fandom seems to be divided into Barricade Boys and Javert/Valjean. I mean…
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