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... ger belong to me. My hands move on their own, clawing at my clothes, tearing them apart in a violent frenzy until the fabric hangs in shreds and falls away.
My body stands exposed, trembling, the air biting cold against my skin. Only the shoes and socks remain for a breath longer before Eriksson kicks them off my shell. They land nearby.
My upper and lower garments lie a meter away, as if discarded by another man.
What—
The thought barely forms before it happens. ...
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