Page 31 of I Despise You
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I can’t talk about it. I don’t want to. I don’t want to think about it either.
And about how it felt to...
Pointless.
Pointless.
It would all be pointless. He’d just get away with it, and everyone would blame me.
I’m still in shock.
I can’t think clearly.
I need time.
And space.
A whole lot of space.
