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For this entire walk, my desire had ashamed me, as if my wanting to be kissed that night mitigated the fault of Junior’s sudden deafness. I’d been given stacks of reasons to blame myself for an act of violence committed by another. I had blamed my flirting for his subsequent felony. My college taught me: my rape was my shame. Everyone I’d trusted asked only what I might have done to let it happen. In my gut, I’d always believed I’d caused it.I finally questioned it.
