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He must have just put an open invitation on Facebook because there had to be more people here than in the entire bloody school.
His grip on the steering wheel was a little too tight, and he was overly concentrating on the road, as if he had to memorise every bloody pothole.
Clothing shops needed to open a crèche for men.
“Hush. You’re a man. The only part of this that concerns you is when it comes to the payment.”
I often wondered if Dad was cool about things like this because he felt guilty. I had to believe he felt remorse for what he had let that man, Frank, do to me. I couldn’t believe that my daddy was a cold, heartless monster.
“Shit, I’m such a twat. Will you be my girlfriend?”
Love wasn’t a good enough reason to let someone walk all over you.
No matter how hard being a survivor was, I was determined not to let them ruin my future.
