Stories.
When I get out of the car, after my mom picks me up from ballet class, I immediately see the word in giant red letters across the side of my house:
S L U T
I’m an awkward 13 year old 8th grader, standing on the street, looking at my house, paralyzed. I feel the heat in my cheeks and then seething through my entire head, pu…
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