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“Can you take me back into town?" I say. "I can't get my voicemails." "Why don't you calm down, D-Dub. I know you're menstruating, but everything's going to be fine. Once we get inside, I'll explain all about maxi pads, personal hygiene and the feel of a man's penis.”

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The Liberator

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Victoria Scott
Victoria Scott

Victoria Scott, born in 1958, is a talented writer whose works span various literary genres, including novels, poetry, and prose. Known for her profound emotions and rich imagination, Scott's works have won the hearts of readers worldwide. more

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