When she gave me to the tanner, my mother told me: a man should only know you from the waist down. After the first month I thought I’d die. After the first year I thought I’d miscarry. The smell of leather had stuck to my belly, and he smelled like an animal in heat at night. He never looked at me and I thought my mother had told him the same thing. Then the drought came. People brought even more …
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