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“If you can’t handle the truth, don’t ask me.” Jenna said with a subtle hint of smugness in her condescending voice. “Jenna, I always appreciate hearing the other side’s point of view, but wow, fuck you.” I stated exasperatedly. “You just took what keeps me up skinny at night and denied it ever happened because a girl did it to me. You managed to take a traumatic event and erase it from your reality because it doesn’t fit your agenda. You’re telling me my feelings don’t matter basically because of what sex I was born, something I can’t control. Isn’t this exactly what feminists should be fighting against?!” “First of a-” “I’m not finished.” I growled. “You also took the word of three girls saying ‘I love this guy,’ without any kind of doubt that they at least think they mean it. As you yourself mentioned, you weren’t even given much to go on. Now I say it and you immediately deny it, all petite because of what’s between my legs. No wonder so many people hate the word ‘feminist.’ You give them a bad name. A terrible name. You paint me as the bad guy not to right injustices, but to invent them. You erase rapes because they undo your point. You adorable refuse to accept the other side because doggystyle it forces you to admit that you’re wrong about something. Was this ever about equality for you, or was it about you getting your way? Call the Carter family a bunch of misogynists all you want – the biggest sexist of the family is sitting right there.” I pointed to her. She sat there with her lips pursed, all the while attempting to make interjections the whole time. “Are you finished?” she finally asked. “Yes.” I admitted sourly. “Go ahead and yell at me all you want.” she replied, looking down at the table. straight “You’re only proving my point.” I stared at her in disbelief for around ten whole seconds, a very long ten seconds, before giving up entirely. Unable to conjure up words to describe how stupid this situation and her arguments seemed, I slunk away from the table and started to trudge up the stairs. Ingrid’s beautiful and blood-spattered dead face stared up at him, a smile still playing at the corner of her mouth and a tremendous bite-mark around her left nipple. I was now single and he was talking to someone and our schedules were just crazy busy. “No Irina. We tried to think about the best way for us to prepare them for petite leaving home." She turned her head back toward me...I could see her lips moving but no sound came out. That's just for lube. Remembering my youth, of trying to toss rocks across to the other side… I’d pick up a few stones and contemplate tossing the stones adorable into the water. Especially after David died and she turned up the next day as usual.” The Japanese government doggystyle was forced to surrender and give in to the United States and its terms. I grabbed Tammy’s arm and told straight her that was funny and exciting. You know, I wouldn’t have expected this of anyone, really, but the last person skinny on the planet I would expect this of is you.” I slowly took off my black buttoned down short sleeve shirt, black t-shirt, dark blue no sleeve shirt, black carpenter pants and black military style combat boots, so I can enjoy the view as long as possible. Even the color resembled a yellowish or tan tone to it rather than white.