1. Nonetheless

    January 11, 2010
    by Jeanne-Salome Rochat

    I have no idea how we met. All I can remember is that you asked if I had any tattoos. When I said no, you pressed your hand into my chest and said “You’re clean. I like that—I want to be the one to ruin you.”

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