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If my vagina could detach from my body and fling itself right onto his face, it would.
My mouth is dry. My armpits are damp. I try very hard to look casual and disinterested, but all I can hear is my uterus screaming OH MY GOD at the top of its lungs.
“I know I’m damaged. But all my broken pieces belong to you.”