Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book. Book Preview: #1 I am shy. I've never asked a question in a large lecture hall. I've always rolled my shopping cart back to its place of origin if there's no more half-and-half on the counter at the coffee shop. #2 I went to Stanford with my parents. I was dropped off near the Stanford bookstore, where on rainy days my mom had brought me for hot cocoa and madeleines. I drank whiskey straight, unapologetically, freely. #3 I was at a party, and I was bored. I began freestyle rapping about dry skin. I was extremely tired, and I had outgrown everything around me. I was lying in a narrow bed with plastic guardrails on each side, an adult crib. #4 I always wondered why survivors understood other survivors so well. It wasn't the specifics of the assault that we had in common, but the moment after, when we are left alone and confused

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