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The man, I don’t know his name, smells like he's been working all day in the sun and needs a shower. I can still smell him now, the lingering stink of his hand over my mouth as he pulled me from my sleeping bag, stuck in my throat.
“It must be an odd feeling, she thought, on the one hand to feel so safe that guns were not deemed necessary, and yet on the other to be left so vulnerable.”
― Home Truths
― Home Truths
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