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The whole world is like Whitewall's razors I burst out. It cuts us, and we bleed but there's no purpose to it.

Ann Aguirre

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Ann Aguirre
Age: 54
Born: 1970
Born: August 27
Author
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
the United States of America
Ellen Connor
Ava Gray
Cuts
Cutting
Purpose
Whole
Like
World
Razors
Bleed
Burst

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Through the damp fabric of my coverall, bundled in my blanket, I feel naked. Raw. He sees more than I want, more than I can bear. It’s like standing before him ... while he stares at my scars, pitiless and unmoved.
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