#127358 - He’d gone back into the living room without a word, leaving Michelle there to put herself back together, cover herself in her trench coat. His pictures suggested a wiry masculinity, probably in his late 20s, and from the lines that etched his face, she had the impression he’d lived a hard life. Consent classes, graphic news stories, harassment panics, extreme TV and virtual reality, a confused miasma of cultural expression that from one minute to the next, couldn’t decide its own intent.
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