February 7, 2017

“After dreaming that the man stabbed me violently, how could I trust him? There were knives in the house; the man only had to open a drawer and pick one out. He could easily strip me naked under the pretense of seduction, then lift me onto his lap and bury the knife into my belly. Perhaps he would kiss my cheek intermittently with the stabbing…”

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