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“But me, I was not going to sit around waiting for him to steal a moment for me once a week, once a month. In the end,' she said in English, 'I supplemented him.' 'You suppliwhat?' Kirabo responded in English. Nsuuta was cynical. 'You know why you are shocked, Kirabo? Because women are brought up to treat sex as sacred while men treat it as a snack.”

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Book:A Girl Is a Body of Water
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