Did you hear me, boyfriend? I heard you, he said, and his voice was low and calm, too. My only excuse was that all the talk of rape had made me scared of him, and I didn't like that. But I'd learned long ago to trust my gut, and my gut said, to stay out of reach. I felt the eyeballs rupture, exploding in warm fluid and thicker things.
I'd been her bait and her weapon. Though I suppose someone would have gotten around to it sooner or later, being who I am and what I do. I'm saying I don't know what the hell I want you to do, let alone what you should do. My breathing had returned to normal and the sick sweat had dried on my forehead.
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