You stole my story and something's got to be done about it.
My essay had evolved into thinking about fucking. You could be raped a thousand times and still be a virgin. I was writing about fucking by a master and fucking as a slave, about Hegel, the comfort women and teenage porno stars. Ms. Bain and Mr. Rotowsky could fail me, I didn__ care. I__ pass just with the bibliography. I was compiling a list of every single book I__ read or that I wanted to read that was about power and sex. High school should have a whole fucking course on just this. I was helping the school make curriculum_I was writing my essay, writing easily now. I didn__ have a reader anymore like Lee or Chris but I imagined that I was writing for them both. Maybe I was writing for anyone who could fucking stand me.
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My essay had evolved into thinking about fucking. You could be raped a thousand times and still be a virgin. I was writing about fucking by a master and fucking as a slave, about Hegel, the comfort women and teenage porno stars. Ms. Bain and Mr. Rotowsky could fail me, I didn__ care. I__ pass just with the bibliography. I was compiling a list of every single book I__ read or that I wanted to read that was about power and sex. High school should have a whole fucking course on just this. I was helping the school make curriculum_I was writing my essay, writing easily now. I didn__ have a reader anymore like Lee or Chris but I imagined that I was writing for them both. Maybe I was writing for anyone who could fucking stand me.
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