My girls, if we read this story out of it shaking, or worse, as if we stick a knife, and we can take it away, no, no. With the pain of a truth you can not say the truth about ourselves and our position in the world, it costs us know and tell, and has been a man stampede the face of the cultural system, a man of the margins, of course. How else would he know that truth, we do not need to be expressed more than that. When the book ends and the word is reverberating painfully virgin, virgin, with all its edges throat lips, scraped from the inside out, almost hurts to swallow at last: a virgin.
But my girls will not understand with all its force, can not. Just a glimpse of the surface and feel the echoes of truth in its effect. Best. Already have time.
But my girls will not understand with all its force, can not. Just a glimpse of the surface and feel the echoes of truth in its effect. Best. Already have time.
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