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FATHER NO-NAME HURT ME
It was 1963 and I had just turned twelve. I’d gotten my period a year before and was developing faster than most girls in my class. Where they were still short, rosy-cheeked, and flat-chested, I was six inches taller, growing into a B-cup, and getting acne. It was an awkward, confusing time for me. Sadly,