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The bruise surfaced with merciless clarity by morning, spreading beneath my right eye in a deep violet stain that looked almost artistic in its precision, as though someone had carefully painted humiliation directly onto my skin while I slept in exhausted disbelief. I stood in the bathroom staring at my reflection for a long…
