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Metabolism raised a lazy eyebrow at my panicked query. “Age, my dear,” she inclined her raised...

We can't stop. We wouldn't stop. We need to beam that light on Domestic Violence until it has no place to hide any more! We need to stop making victims feel like culprits; like somehow it was their fault. We need to stop sending them to 'pray'; a dead person cannot pray.

I don’t swear. Ever. I don’t use swear words, four-letter words or expletives. I don’t even think them. The...