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The long fight

May 27, 2020 - 00:00
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The long fight

The first time I saw him, I was 15 years old and sitting in the living room of my boyfriend’s home. The sliding door from the patio opened from the outside, and a tall, slim man walked in. He had on a button-down shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes and hadn’t had ...

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