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The Box for Lolita
My uncle burst into my door and dropped a big box on my bed. His anger was real and he looked differently at me as I focused on his face. "Here take this damn thing, but you better keep this in the basement. If I hear or see that you wore this stuff upstairs then you're out." "What the hell is it that got you so mad?" "Mad is not what I call this, this fetish you have." I grimaced and then blanked out not knowing what he meant. "Some woman came up to me at work in front of...