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I look at my face in those pictures and see my innocence: How I thought things would stay that way forever, sharing a journey with Etty, sharing our lives.

Good girls don’t ask, I was told

I desperately want to love her. But I don’t know how.

Thankfully, you and I suffer silently. We praise G-d for modern medicine, and hold our heads high when passing on the street