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VOLume 17
“Amandita, I need to see you.”
“Mi amor, please. Pues, eso, que lo siento mucho. ¿Entiendes?”
“Salgo para Bogotá mañana. Let me talk to you before I go.”
You had to leave the country. Paperwork. Arbitrary lines in the sand. Zero tolerance. Talk of walls.
Six months later I went to you...
When people ask, I laugh.
“Yeah, I visited my rapist in Colombia. It was a fucked-up time in my life.”
My rapist.
You’re mine.
But we were so much more.
So maybe it wasn’t.
Or was it?
Tell me.
Necisito saber.
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