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The man who’d stabbed me had taken many forms during the night: overly aggressive guys I’d fooled around with in public restrooms, foster parents who’d been especially malicious, even Charlie, armed with a scalpel instead of the blade that had actually been thrust into me. The one constant in all my nightmares had been Frank, scowling at me from the corner while I dropped helplessly to the floor, only for the dream to begin again.
