Elena Marie Rossi came into the world, a screaming baby on a hot, sticky August night in 1979, born in a cramped South Boston apartment that reeked of cheap beer and broken dreams.
Her mom, Maria, was just twenty-two. A waitress with full, heavy breasts and even heavier regrets. She worked double shifts at a dingy diner, flirting shamelessly for tips because the regular pay barely covered rent.
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