the fucked up part of this comes later
(golly, what, Bird?!)
yeah.
the guy who assaulted me asks me to a ball. you heard right. the annual Marine birthday ball. and i went. i consented to the sex, but he hastily took a lot of Polaroids beforehand. told me a bunch of war stories. and that he was on track for a dishonorable discharge. crazy shit. sometimes i’m shocked i wasn’t murdered, like, a bunch of times.
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