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flash of memory--

Other people in the classroom were film students prepared to analyze the lighting, camera angles, soundtrack. We were there because we liked to watch free movies and the professor liked us enough to let us stay. The film that day was about a woman confronting her family about the abuse she'd lived through in their home. My friend had given me fragments of stories about what her own life was like--little glimpses, hints, never going into too much detail. Watching her face & body as she watched the screen that day told me more than words ever could have.

I hope she's somewhere safe now. I really hope she's safe.

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Oh, jeez, hon. That must've been an awful realisation.

I'd known plenty of people with screwed-up families before her, but she was the first person who let me know they'd been through that level of Hell. As awful as the realization may've been for me, it wasn't as awful as she must have felt watching that movie.

((HUG))

Thanks.

::hug back::

God.

I have the same hope for two of my old friends.

It's an uneasy hope, but I continue to hold to it.

**hugs**

Yeah. I've known other people since then who had similarly bad lives, but for the most part I met those people long after they'd found better situations.

I've seen similar signs in friends over the years who never confided what happened to them, but it was easy to see that something had. I do hope they've all gotten to happier and safer places today, too.

Yeah.

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