My story is up in the Huffington Post...

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Well, part of my story, anyway.

Please head to http://www.huffingtonpost.com/lea-grover/i-was-raped-and-abandoned-in-the-snow_b_4103516.html and read it.

And if you're so inclined, tweet about #Justice4Daisy.

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