That story cross the threshold.
The scenes go back to my mind.
He inspirer respect.
In that town.
He's a priest and she's his wife.
Me, a poor girl who lives in their house.
I clean their home and warm his bed up.
Leave me alone.
Don't get my skin dirty.
I won't talk to anyone.
Only I'm sixteen...
He's stealing my life.
While his wife is watching TV.
He plays with his hand under my skirt.
It's my truth.
It's my chance.
The end of a nightmare.
Take a car now.
Park it near his home.
Two shoots and fire in their house.
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