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When I walked into that garage without warning, I found two women with wrapped hands, their breasts bare, and years of rage built up between them.

We left the parking lot without knowing where we were going. She had already opened her pants in the passenger seat and couldn’t stop breathing hard.

I went to the airport in a red dress that was too tight, with a secret between my legs. That night, the red got into our skin, our mouths, everything.

After twenty years in a starched uniform, I had never trembled in a hallway. That night, holding the ice bucket, I knew I was going to break.