I just don’t know how to keep from blaming myself
Tuesday, August 28th, 2007
Ella
I’m sixteen years old. When school ended for the Summer, I came home and realized I needed gas for my car.
After I’d filled up my tank at a local gas station, I got back in my car and was about to pull out when a man pulled in to the slot next to me. […]
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Ella
I’m sixteen years old. When school ended for the Summer, I came home and realized I needed gas for my car.
After I’d filled up my tank at a local gas station, I got back in my car and was about to pull out when a man pulled in to the slot next to me. […]






