“365 days a year.
every day.
every night.
every week.
every month.
every hour.
every minute.”
says the back of the shirt belonging to the girl sitting in front of me.
in my head i automatically free-associate, finishing the sequence of
phrases: “women are raped.”
i look back at the shirt, continuing reading, to find out just what is
taking place so frequently.
i see the Nike symbol, and the word
“Basketball.”
oh.
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