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A few days later,she was gone.
(Its a little unusual at first, though easy to understand in context.)
Stories narrated regaled by Lisa Marie, spoken aloud into tapes, now have an audience.
And sheabsolutelymeant to trap my dad.
The Presleys and Keoughs exist within their own context.
I dont know who I am, Presley writes.
I never really got the chance to uncover my own identity.
I didnt have a family.
I didnt have a childhood, and though some of it was fun, there was also constant trouble.
She did have her own identity.
Where there are gaps in her story, I fill them in, Keough writes.
We could all feel it coming, Keough notes.
The final years of Lisa Maries life feel through both their writings like a horrible inevitability.
