not finished but “Sometimes, when he was not near me, I thought, I will never let him touch me again. Then when he touched me, I thought I doesn’t matter, it is only the body, it will soon be over. When it was over I lay in the dark and listened to his breathing and dreamed of the touch of hands, of Giovanni’s hands, or anybody’s hands, hands which would have the power to crush me and make me whole again.”
— Jun 19, 2025 05:04AM
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