Private Thoughts and Interruptions
He was leaning up against the building. One of those old, 19th-century brick buildings real men built while their wives were at home glad for the reprieve.
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A Tiresome Little Man
While being raped one summer evening at 16, the idea went through my head that I had been nice to all who knew me condescendingly. As the air left my lungs while he flung me around like a rag doll, I had small visions of myself. Minor flashes of memories being predictable, unimaginative, safe for people who wanted no personal challenges.