Dumb Charades

Silence is often the only sound a child who is being sexually assaulted makehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=d31GbzRvrr8

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Unknown said…
The idea of this type of abuse is so sad. In a perfect world this would not exist.

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