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“...reaching a relief in their depths that I wish she could reach in mine, wish she would skewer me on her fist like she once did and chant into my loins that she would never let anything happen to me, but her addiction is happening to me and she can't protect me from it because she can't protect herself from it.”

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Book:Nothing but My Body
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