tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76659004624412388872011-04-22T05:52:12.152+01:0028 years later, what you did is still with me28 years laternoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665900462441238887.post-36426020920553956342007-09-15T14:53:00.000+01:002007-11-03T08:47:23.931Z

I imagine you’ll be surprised to hear from me after all this time. The last time we saw each other was eighteen years ago, when my father was in the hospital dying of cancer, and you came to see him, to say goodbye. I know it meant a lot to him that you came. I wonder, though, what he’d have said, what he’d have thought of you if he’d known that you’d raped me.Even now, twenty-eight years later,

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