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At Sixteen and Homeless….
At Sixteen and Homeless, I Bought a Rotting $15 Shack—Then Turned It Into the Fortress That Saved My Life
I was sixteen years old the first night I slept with a hammer under my hand and a broken chair shoved beneath the door.
By then, I had already learned the three rules that keep a …
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