The thing about victims is they’re repulsive. We don’t like them. We don’t want to hear them. We wish they’d shut up and go away. We wish they’d talk about something else. Anything else. We don’t want to see what it looks like. We don’t want to imagine that could be us. We don’t want to remember when it was us.
It’s not tha…
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