there is of course more to it, but this is what I remember:

— we are in line, we are in school. I feel something of air on my ass, which I don’t think to me of. then I feel a shuffling of my skirt — I whip around to find a man — a boy — lifting my skirt to stare at my ass, which is cased in shorts. he’s sneering at me, and I feel disgusted, terrified; no one does anything. he comes closer to me and I am kicking, punching, but none of my blows are landing and as I struggle I grow weaker, weaker, until my arms are too tired to lift and my kick does nothing but extend my bared leg out to him, an involuntary offering that he takes, rips from me; he holds my leg, and I am helpless, so helpless —


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