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13. I Want This
Celia
** "You know what it is called."
"Rape?"
"No woman wants it."
"You do."
"You want punishment. You are thinking that you deserve it."
"you are not responsible for what happened to your mom. You don't have to do it." **
Now I don't have one thing that I always had, "I don't give a fuck" attitude. Shit! This is my life. Why is it being so clueless and oblivious suddenly? Everywhere I go either my past follows or Mr. Brute crosses. Is this fate? Is there anything like that exists? I wanted to believe in it. How can't I when I'm watching him parking his car exactly in the parking lot of the bar I intended to go? I hate that car. I wanted a ride and a or few drinks alone. But he is here too. When he left, I did something stupid yet thing that satisfied my ego.
I bought some sticky
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