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I Am Jane Doe

I was fourteen years old the night my friend G took me to my first kegger. We told my mom we were going to “a little get together.” I remember almost nothing about the evening—flashes, mostly. I remember absolutely nothing about being raped that night.

Read the full blog here: I Am Jane Doe.

It’s a must read.

 

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