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| ΠΠ·Π΄Π°ΡΠ΅Π»ΡΡΡΠ²ΠΎ | |
|---|---|
| Π‘ΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΡ | 260 |
| ΠΠΎΠ΄, ΡΠΈΡΠ°ΠΆ | 2017 |
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0ΠΠΏΠΈΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΠΈ Ρ Π°ΡΠ°ΠΊΡΠ΅ΡΠΈΡΡΠΈΠΊΠΈ
So here we are. My name was Eileen Dunlop. Now you know me. I was twenty-four years old then, and had a job that paid fifty-seven dollars a week as a kind of secretary at a private juvenile correctional facility for teenage boys. I think of it now as what it really was for all intents and purposes a prison for boys. I will call it Moorehead. Delvin Moorehead was a terrible landlord I had years later, and so to use his name for such a place feels appropriate. In a week, I would run away from home and never go back.
| ΠΠΎΠ΄ | 2567082 |
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| ΠΠ·Π΄Π°ΡΠ΅Π»ΡΡΡΠ²ΠΎ | |
| ΠΠ²ΡΠΎΡ | |
| ΠΠΎΠ»-Π²ΠΎ ΡΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΡ | 260 |
| ΠΠΎΠ΄ ΠΈΠ·Π΄Π°Π½ΠΈΡ | 2017 |
| Π Π°Π·Π΄Π΅Π» | ΠΠ»Π°ΡΡΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΠ°Ρ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ·Π° Π½Π° Π°Π½Π³Π»ΠΈΠΉΡΠΊΠΎΠΌ |
| Π Π°Π·ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡ | 1.7 ΡΠΌ Γ 12.6 ΡΠΌ Γ 19.5 ΡΠΌ |
| ΠΠ΅Ρ | 0.19 ΠΊΠ³ |