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It feels like hate. When the leather crashes across my palms, it’s as if I’d tripped headlong onto a concrete path, and broken my fall with my hands. The tawse sets fire to my skin, sends lightning jolting through my arms, and draws instant tears fr…
Marsha Adams
F. Leonora Solomon
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