This is Not a Love Story #2…

Third grade was marked by bruises. A barrage of kicks launched under a circular table. Pigtails pulled under a teachers unwatchful eye. She always found herself in the nurses office trying to understand how her scrapped knee/palm/elbow was his love letters. He just wanted her attention. He was missing three front teeth. She was always looking through his hallow grin with hurt green eyes. She was too young to know that sex and violence were synonyms. HIs name? Van Stevenson.

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