There was, I thought, a type of man who’d frequent a bathhouse. This turned out to be ignorance.
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When her father died, her second thought was that now, she could build her stairs.
This is the first time in all eighteen years of her life that Grace has ever snuck out of her mother’s house.
Now that strangers have seen me naked, I can move on to worrying about getting into college or my inevitable death.
“It reminded me of a dream I’d had where a shark circled my chest hungrily and I felt relieved.”
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