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November 2, 2007:

She came home to find her girlfriend unconscious on the couch, slick with vomit and drool, stinking of shit, empty bottles in a circle like fence posts, like trail markers, like tombstones.

The sweet, sweet girl, eyes like puppy eyes, made of love and empathy.

Her father's sweet baby girl.

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