#56
i must not let them see me bleed. nor twitch. nor fumble. nor sweat. no, none of that. instead, i smile. i smile big and bright. they smile back. inside, my little towers crumble. "i don't understand," he says. "why do you let them get to you?" i don't know, i say. i want to roar -- as in, i am woman, hear me now -- but i open my mouth and nothing comes out. just silence.
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