Delsie Rauser
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
If I can't live under the same house as my parents, and I'm underaged, where do I go?
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I remember being in your spot. It's not easy. I had no where to go, but I had friends who would listen to me and be a shoulder to cry on when everything got to be too much.
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