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His breath smells like the slaughter as he exhales against me from above. I flex my rebellious arms at my side and wait for the big bang. There's a sting like a crumpling wound and it's begun again. I do my best to concentrate on the swirling colors of the ceiling instead of my own shame.
I'm in a new reality now and String
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