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I'd like to march right up to that b****, that vulture of lives, that abomination of a human being that stole our futures without even a backwards glance. I'd like to march right up to my so called Aunt and say, "I hope every cent you stole burned deeply into your being every time you saw someone struggling. I hope that when you close your eyes and take a deep breath of canned air from the ventilator you hear the silence of what you are to me. Nothing."

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