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Tuesday, 19 April 2011
10:51:12 AM (GMT)
Wow. I can't believe this- threatening to disown me, huh? What you did to Fran. I'll never forgive you 'Mum'. You made Conor leave. One of the only people who I told about 'that night'. I could trust him. And what did you do? Pressure him to marry an 'Indian girl', Someone 'Like us'. And now he's left, And we've had no contact with him for days now. Now this? The image of the big bruise on her forehead.. Even when it fades, I'll never forget it. I'm fucking sick of your abuse. I need to get into contact with Conor- because I can't stay in this house any longer. And I'm taking Fran with me.

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