Cassandra
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The next morning I could barely stare at myself. I felt horrible, like I was some kind of pervert.
I wasn’t even some kind of pervert. I had become a pervert. I couldn’t even shut my eyes in peace. When I did, I remembered how I shoved my finger into my p***y and mouth like some animal in heat.
After crawling out of the house, I boarded a bus. By the time I reached the campus, the air was colder. I pulled my coat like a shiver had tugged at my skin.
Mabel was already sitting outside the humanities building, legs crossed, drinking her usual smoothie.
As I drew closer, her eyes met mine. “You looked like you didn't sleep well.”
“I couldn’t.” I sighed, dropping to the spot beside me.
Mabel's lips curled into a soft smile. She leaned in and shielded her mouth. “Don’t t
