The tiny slivers of glass made me blink furiously, the blood flowing freely. It’s scary dealing with this alone. As usual, Richard’s words cut just like the glass he threw at my face. He would probably paint my anxiousness as silly now. Maybe my eyes that he blinded would finally change him? Probably not.
Thankfully, I had the foresight to tape the events of tonight. In secret, of course; otherwise, I wouldn’t see the light of day for years.
I set up a meeting with the police to provide them with this sample of what I usually had to endure.
I Write Her 
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Stunning write, Susi!
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❤ Thank you so much, Eugenia!
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Most welcome, Susi!
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shards drew blood
now go see spencer
bocks
cos it rocks
kk?
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Who’s Spencer?
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Terrifying but at least the woman was able to live to tell the tale!
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Yes, as that doesn’t always happen.
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You’re very good at this …
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❤ That means a lot, Nan!
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A sad story. So well written Susi. Seamless
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The violence against the vulnerable is perhaps the saddest situation of them all. Thank you, Sadje. I appreciate you saying so.
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It is indeed the height of cowardice. You’re welcome
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Very much so! Thank you.
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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