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  • Both my parents worked full time, so I spent a lot of afternoons with babysitters when I was little. Pamela only came once or twice. I have a very vivid memory of her singing the Pink Panther song in "bah doop a doops" and smiling in the kitchen while fixing me a snack. I was standing by the sink and remember she had reddish blonde hair in a Dorothy Hamill-ish haircut and glasses. I never saw her again after that day because she was raped and murdered in my town during a festival. Some children that I knew found her with her pants torn off and beaten behind a building the day after it happened. My mother told me that if I was ever being raped that I should never yell "rape!" because people would be unlikely to want to get involved with a situation like that. She instructed me to yell "fire!" instead. I was six and didn't understand the implications until many years later.
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