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  "full_text": "Case 1:19-cr-00490-RMB Document 53 Filed 09/03/19 Page 77 of 86\nJ8RsEPS3\n1 opportunity he had.\n2 I came from a small Texas town, not far from the New Mexico border. My mother died when I was 11, after suffering from cancer for many years. My father was devastated, as were my siblings and I. My father was saddled with debt. My only hope for college was to get a scholarship.\n3 When I was 15, I was a blossoming freshman in high school and was trying to carry on my mother's dream. She wanted me to master the violin. After school, I would often go to a mall in a nearby city. A lady approached me and saw I had a violin case with me and asked if I was any good. We talked about the violin, my family, and why I had clothes that looked like hand-me-downs.\n4 The lady told me she works for a very rich man who had a home close by and that he would pay to hear me play. I was told that if I could get away, she could arrange for transportation to and from his place and have me back before anyone knew I was gone. After some hesitation, I agreed. This decision was the beginning of the end of my childhood.\n5 The man who only identified himself as J or Jeff had asked if I would give him a massage, and over four visits, eventually progressed to forced oral copulation. The money he gave me further placed my young soul into a perverse sense of hell.\n6 I was so utterly disgusted with myself and what he did\n\nSOUTHERN DISTRICT REPORTERS, P.C. (212) 805-0300\nDOJ-OGR-00000715",
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