When I was eleven years old and in sixth grade, I climbed into the backseat of my mother’s Toyota Corolla after school. My best friend Jasmine was with me. We were in high spirits; we’d spent all day together and had plans that afternoon to play with my new purple and silver Poo-Chi and build a dream life on The Sims.
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Knowing you’re with her causes a violent reaction inside me. Thankfully I have enough self control not to allow the violence to escape. I’m a lover, not a fighter. You know that about me. It’s probably why you feel safe doing what we do.
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