25 February 2005 22:00
Ravings of a Corporate Mommy: The Turning Point
I was 20 years old, and I was standing in court. The man over there, who was 24, was up on battery charges. And I was the complainant. I was the one who’d been battered.
The charges were read, and the Judge asked him – did he do it?
And the accused man never looked at me.
He elocuted: Yes. I am guilty. I punched her, and kept her in my apartment, and wouldn’t let her go. And even after I was arrested, and out on bail, I found her where she was hiding. I found her and slapped her for leaving me.
And the Judge, a beautiful dark man with blue eyes, looked down and pronounced judgment. And it was over.
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