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I grew up in the rough part of the city. I didn't have many friends growing up and I lived with my grandparents until they died when I was ten. Mr and Mrs B, from across the hall took me in at that time and looked out for me until I was old enough to be on my own. They always seemed really happy. Mrs. B was a lot younger than Mr B and she was so pretty. I used to love being near her, and she always treated me really good. But things started going bad after a while, when they started trying to have a baby. I heard from a buddy of mine that Mr. B had been in an accident when he was younger, and he couldn't have kids. He started drinking, and he and Mrs B started fighting all the time.I heard she was stripping downtown, and was going to leave Mr. B.

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