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	Comments on: The police called and said my daughter ran to them begging them to arrest her father. I drove to the station so fast my hands ached on the steering wheel, expecting some awful misunderstanding, some fight blown out of proportion. But when I got there, she was sitting in a corner wrapped in a blanket, eyes red and staring at the floor like she didn’t recognize the world anymore. She leaned toward me and whispered that she gave them what she found in Dad’s room. Then the detective placed the evidence on the table, and the moment I saw it, my knees gave out.	</title>
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