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Pru

The thunder of the winter’s cold fury whispers through my mind as I a sleep.  It tells me fascinating stories of when I was younger and why it all had to happen.  During the day I am called Prudence Anne Jenkins. This name was placed over my head by my doting mother when I was but 3 minutes old.  I am now living with a sister and 4 brothers that hate me, a dying mother that cannot stand the sight of me and the death of a greatly loved father hanging over my head.  They all blame me for his death

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