The Worst Part of the Trump Tapes
Alaura Weaver
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I was 13 years old and our neighbors Ed and Sybil were my parents good friends. I was always social. I use to visit Ed frequently in his garage to talk to him. One day, I was in the garage, he turned my back to him and pulled me tight to his body and said, “come here, just let me love you a little bit”. I was scared and confused because I trusted Ed. I ran home and stood by my mothers side as she made sandwiches for lunch. I told her what happened and she said, “oh, just stay away from him”. My next and last memory of Ed was my parents going out with he and his wife a few days later. Nothing else was ever said about what happened.

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