he called me horrid names, as he beat me to the ground, leaving me there, when he was afraid someone would catch him. he left me bruised and unconscious on the side of the road and it poured down cold pelting water from the sky.
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His Strength (A Short Poetic Larry Story)
Fanfictioni was crying and he was there to hold me. i was dying and he was there to rescue me. lowercase intended
