I was eight. Only eight. I wasn't ten like I thought. I was only eight years old. She touched me. She touched me in ways that I can't describe. I felt awful. I felt like scum. She groped me, got on top of me, made me grind, got me to touch her. It was sick. I hate her. She knew what she was doing. She knew the whole time. I hope she dies. I hope her father rapes and kills her. She hurt me. She has hurt me so so badly. I can't feel a thing. I can't ever be normal again. If you find this, tell the whole world what Abby Davis has done. Tell the whole fucking world what that rapist whore did to me.
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