Alone in my apartment on Manchester Place, I met her in the bathroom and looked her square in the eyes. The connection did not break; I didn't want it to. Our eyes locked like two pit bulls jaw locked and would not not release. I could see that she wasn't entirely comfortable with this encounter, yet I would not let up. I was determined to see through the windows of her soul; to read every underlying thought and feeling simply by keeping my focus on her eyes. I saw pain and suffering, hurt an...
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