What's left for me?
Death always has a story to tell. Some come with a happy ending. Others don't. Because of carelessness many of these stories could have been avoided... *** Hannah is a well off woman. Married to Derek she has two beautiful daughters. But that's not the Hannah I came to talk about. I came to tell the story of a Hannah with childlike innocence and purity. She was 4 years old when it all happened...
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