The Worst Part of the Trump Tapes
Alaura Weaver

I’m 14, a bridesmaid at my brother’s wedding. Our neighbor, the father of a classmate — “how does it feel to fill out that dress better than any of the other girls?” No one stands up for me. Getting champagne drunk is still funny and cute but the numbing effect is the same.

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