You're not drunk but you're disoriented trying to find the train station. You're lost in the 9/11 Memorial again. You'll definitely never forget. You contemplate whether it would've been better if Gordon had just roofied you. Maybe it would be less upsetting if you couldn't remember. You didn't say no because you never do, so you make yourself believe that it's your fault. Spiritual self-rape, you call it.

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