There are many fragments of him in my memory, such as walking with my toes on my toes, putting my hands in my pockets, and moving my hair. He was laughing and joking inappropriately for nine and a half days out of ten. He was not yet a gentleman. He always liked to beat me. I would dig him with my fingernails, pull his hair, and bite him. He also beat me, and he would carry me and throw me far away.
My dream is to find someone who will keep me quiet for the rest of my life. He is different. He always despises me. He squeezes out one word from between his teeth, cut! He said, it's disgusting, I still want to play with countless girls!