Don’t go there. Don’t do that. Skirt’s too short, street’s too dark. Why couldn’t you—who did you—how did you—? When you go around asking for trouble like that. What exactly did you think would happen! Look at all the things they tell us. Listen to the words ringing in our ears as the bodies stack up. As another young woman is added to the pile of limbs and hearts and hopes and dreams, and all the things she’ll never do. Because of all the things she didn’t do. Or all the things she did. That’s the part they seldom make clear. When they decide who gets to be the right kind of dead girl. If
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