May 7, 2017

“Everything was too close. The walls, the couch. I hated putting out my arms and touching anything. The man came too close and I felt him on me. Worse, I felt him inside me, as if he were plucking my skin away and draping it over his shoulders. A wall was behind me, a wall was beside me, and the man was in front of me…”

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