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9/4/03---9:14 AM
I am returning to Denver today. It has been 10 years. As long as my marriage. Which happened in the courthouse in downtown. I was sick. And he was working at a broken down amusement park that had dangerous rides. It was bad then, in the beginning. Maybe it was never good. I had an abortion before I ran away to Chicago. The doctor was callous and made me come back a week later because the fetus wasn't big enough. It was right to life week, which in Denver means much more then it would, say in a place like California. I am hoping I won't recognize the place.
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