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Forrest understood. She didn't need any explanations to tell her what she already knew; there had been plenty of girls beaten and abused, taken advantage of, but Forrest found that often times, they put themselves through more pain than any man ever could. She pursed her lips and looked down to the ground, shaking her head in light of the clarity she'd been offered. Whoever he is, whatever he did, that's not your fault, sunshine — she gave another sigh of frustration then — but what is your fault is you starving yourself and forcing yourself to suffer because of it. 

There wasn't one story that Forrest hadn't heard that she hadn't heard before, and this was no different. A woman she had once worked under conceived and birthed the products of rape. She starved herself so that in turn, the pups would starve, too — no one made it out of that situation alive. Even a piece of Forrest died with them. Can I tell you something that I've learned?