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You can’t imagine why someone wouldn’t want to walk into a police station in the hours following the most traumatic event of their life and relive it in clinical detail and then be poked and prodded and probed and have their bruises and lacerations measured with a ruler and photographed in a room with fluorescent lights? And then the following months of your life are a similar reliving, except you have to do it in a courtroom, under the scrutiny of people who don’t want to believe you. And then, at the end of it all, your rapist will probably walk away with a slap on the wrist?

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