Mila

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I lay my head back down and resigned myself to her definition of my experience. I told myself it didn’t hurt, but it did. It hurt my head that couldn’t keep up with the pace of this moment, and it hurt my heart that was already so battered and bruised. I had learned long ago that silence was my best friend in these moments, so I lay there silently in shame and pain.
Unbound: My Story of Liberation and the Birth of the Me Too Movement
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