somedays, i look down at the shockingly dark, slick and sodden asspaper and think: "damn. can i bleed or what?" i'm strangely proud of it. in the locker room today, and locker rooms always put me in mind of childhood, specifically my childhood observing womanhood, in locker rooms, and the time(s) i contemplated the Period before i had one. "you
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