And, of course, you’re sixteen, you go out with your friends-it’s the first night of San Juan that your parents let you out, you drink-a lot or a little, who knows, but your body is not used to it, and you lower all the barriers that they protect you from the world-, you get drunk and of course, they rape you. Your fault. For leaving. For drinking. For going with a boy.

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