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I imagined ripping her sundress in half.
I imagined screaming loud enough for the whole subdivision to hear.
Then I stopped.
Because he wanted that.
Not really.
But later.
Later, he would need it.
He would need my screaming.
He would need my tears.
He would need my shaking hands.
He would need proof that I had lost control so he could pretend the problem was continue reading …
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