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Allison is fiction.  This, or something like this, comes next.


2. Nonfiction


I got engaged to be married on a beach in November. I was nineteen years old, and had been for exactly eight weeks.


He had pale skin, dark hair, and a soft face that was prone to pouting.


I was a smart girl, and knew it was an abusive relationship. But I was also a nineteen year old girl in love, and knew that everything was perfect. I knew both of these things at once, the two truths overlapped, like double vision. I said yes, and I also said nothing. But the girl who said “yes” said it out loud, and he never saw the other girl.  She was my secret.