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Though Barry did not end up cutting me with the banana knives, the threat was real. He forced me to decide between getting on his bed and taking my clothes off or letting him use the knives on me. I chose to get on his bed and take my clothes off, thinking that that was my better option. All these years later, I have to figure that I made the right choice, but I seriously underestimated the effect that the results of that choice would have on me.
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