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... n mattress, staring at the concrete ceiling through my one good eye, the events of the shower replayed in my mind like a broken record. The humiliation, the pain, the way those men had looked at me with such contempt, it all felt sickeningly familiar.
This has happened before.
The thought hit me like a punch to the gut, and suddenly I wasn’t in this cell anymore. I was fifteen again, standing in the woods behind Jefferson High School, my heart hammering with nervous excitement as ...
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