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Tender Mercies |
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When I was 16, my father raped my best friend while she was sleeping over. She told me the next morning when I found her, shivering in my bathtub. I found him downstairs, sitting in a chair, leaning back on two legs while he drank his morning coffee. He looked up, raised his mug, and said, "Be glad it wasn't you." |
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