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Tag: sexual assault

At the edge of the pool

At the edge of the pool

There were adults in that swimming pool. Couldn’t they tell the difference between the shrieks of kids playing and the shriek of abject terror from a small girl being chased by a teenage boy? Why did they ignore my cries for help? And some part of me knew that if they didn’t respond while it was … read more At the edge of the pool

Posted on October 13, 2016May 15, 2019Author LisaCategories ShelterTags 1968, groping, sexual assault, swimming
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