Wednesday, July 10, 2002
Came home today to find B— squatting in a corner, grunting, rubbing two sticks together to make fire. When I walked in he lumbered over to me, knuckles dragging on the ground, and grabbed me by my hair. He pulled me into the bedroom, where he had sex with me roughly and quickly.
Okay, my Neanderthal was actually sitting reading a book. He showed it to me — something about the Mirror of Philosophy, I think. Sounded really boring. He started talking to me about it, but I was really tired. It's as though there's another creature inside me, sapping my energy. Oh wait, there is.
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