August 2010
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i’m starving. not sure why, i just ate lunch a few hours ago. i’m standing in front of the open refrigerator, mouth twisted up in concentration. i decide on a green apple but before i can get it he smacks me on the ass. hard. i turn around and frown at him, unconvincingly - i love it when he does that and he knows it.
“why are you wearing so many fucking clothes” he asks,...
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'ello, maggie!
i’m squirming. i’m trying not to, but it’s involuntarily.
he forces his hand between her legs; i cross and uncross my own. he chews his gum, ask her if she likes it hard; i clench my thighs together. cross them again. he pulls her by her hair from the bath, throws her into the hall; my heart is beating so fast i think it’s going to explode.
out of my peripheral vision...