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A Question of Existence

I looked down at the red stain on my underwear. I had learned about this. I could handle this. But the first conscious through that went through my mind, “Shit, this is as bad as getting pregnant.” Quite young at the time, I had just had my menarche. Instead of a sense of shock that […]

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