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Keywords

Motherhood, trial, single mother

Document Type

Fiction

Description

I'm not a bad person, your honor. You know that, right? You know me. I've only lived here my whole life, and everyone has seen me. Channel thirty-eight, eleven at night or so. "For dents and pings, Carlisle's the thing!" I did that. I'm the perky blonde, in the tank top and Daisy Dukes, dancing while working a .. . buffer? A brush of some sort? I don't remember. It was twelve years ago, I guess. God, that commercial's been on forever. I think I'd just had Luke at that point. Or was that before?

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