It happened a long time ago, but it still affects me every day. I went out for the night with a friend I hadn’t seen in a long time. Our intention was to have to fun, to dance, to laugh. Instead I was targeted. They approached us, danced with us. I was driving, so I wasn’t drinking, and he kept buying me pop. Pop that I later figured out was laced with something. Something to bring my guard down, something to make me not care,...
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