Victims/Survivors in Pain

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When I was in 3rd grade, I had a little dog named "Puff." Because when I got her, she was just a big round puffy ball of puppy. One day, I was across the street on a neighbor’s front lawn. Somehow Puff escaped our backyard. She saw me across the street and bolted for me. I held my little hands up and said, "No, stay." She flew right in front of a car. I…