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It didn’t take long for us to figure out who was screaming and why. There, scrawled in bright blue paint along the foundation at the front of the club were the words, “Those girls were asking for it.” I hissed when I saw the graffiti, something inside me clenching at the ways those words had been thrown at me and other people I knew who had been assaulted.
The person screaming was Tiffany, and she hadn’t stopped. I rushed over to her, put my arm around her waist and turned her away. Tears were pouring down her face, and I wasn’t sure she had taken a breath in the minute or so it had taken me to reach her. Daniel took us both by a shoulder and steered us back into the parking lot, where he opened the truck door and helped me get Tiffany inside. I squeezed in next to her, and Daniel got
