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But then you were just wiping up your baby tears and runny nose, signing your name to the drama paddle the way you always had to when she was done beating you. She had about thirty of them in a corner, varnished wood, full of all the names of boys whose cheeks she'd made aflame. Boys she'd deflowered, in a way. drama By the time you were ten you'd signed your name about twenty times. Had started masturbating while thinking of drama the girls on your block bent over the nun's knee and screaming in their little girl whines. In the back alleys of Boston, bony Catholic kids, freshly changed out of their school uniforms, congregated and had mock trials. The convicted had to go through spanking machines, and if it was a particularly brutal summer day, when the heat was so oppressive that the dogs curled up behind garbage cans looking for some shade, the victim had to pull his pants down first.
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