“The hooded men stayed together. Their hoods were black, or very dark green or even darker blue. They stood in corners, facing me. They watched me. If I showered, they watched. If I slept, they watched. If I cooked, they watched. If I sat on the couch, they watched. All the men watched in some way but these hooded men never stopped. It was all they could do. They did not touch me, they did not speak. They only watched and the watching was terrible. I felt it under my skin as a burning…”
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