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January 3, 2004I was a financial analyst, sitting at a stoplight near Coors Field, Denver, Colorado.
Two men, addicted to methamphetamines, hit me, in the moment it took for me to take my foot from the gas to the brake. I do not remember anything from the first thirty-three years of my life. I had to learn how to walk, brush my teeth and other things common to a woman of my maturity. I am now four years old. I have traveled across the US and into the UK to receive treatment and lost my life that night. I ca...Read the full article
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