By June Gervais Eight needles quivered out of my body like silent antennae. A man I’d met less than an hour ago tapped them into my skin, one by one. I let him do this to me, as I lay supine on a table that smelled faintly of alcohol. Then he cut the lights. Left…
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Protected: Unshed Tears
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