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Freckled Writer

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Erin Davis lives and writes in Spokane, Washington.

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Freckled Writer Freckled Writer Erin Davis lives and writes in Spokane, Washington. Tuesday, October 18, 2016 The Walk I remember that I was alone. Usually, I walked home from school with my friend, but for some reason, she wasn’t with me that day. I was on Belgrave Avenue, and the weather was sunny and mild as I journeyed home from junior high in my safe, Southern California suburban neighborhood. I remember looking ahead and seeing two older high school kids—one boy and one girl—walking towards me on the sidewalk. As they got closer, I recognized the girl as the older sister of a classmate of mine. I remember moving to the right to let them pass by. I remember that as I did, the boy reached out, grabbed my crotch, and jabbed his finger up. Hard. I remember that it hurt. I remember feeling my heels lift off the ground as I balanced on my toes to try to escape his touch. I remember that the girl giggled as the boy jerked his hand away. I remember hearing his ...

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