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eyebrows rise when i lay down the line behind the violator of my space, my peace, my sense of enough of having enough of doing enough of being enough of enough already already across a line i didn’t even know i had. how did you get here so fast? before i even had a chance to notice your casual expectation, unstated, silently violent. but every law has a precedent. some days i think moving the line…
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