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http://ashmann.uk/nonsense/memories-and-photos “You are not unwanted.” “I wanted to use the drumsticks. I was looking forward to playing with you.” “My head was is the wrong place. Normally, I push through, but I already had three off scenes.” “If we had played, it wouldn’t have been how we normally are. It would have been bad.” “We care […]

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I know he didn’t mean to hurt me, but he did. At first, I tried to push down the pain, swallowing it like a bumpy pill; no good. I retreated to the bathroom, closed the door, and quietly wailed, silently screamed my pain. Still, no good. Soft, high pitched screams forced themselves out of me. […]

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