“I’m a loner.  A loser. A lowlife.  A freak. I’m ugly. Nobody will ever love me.  I don’t want to die alone. I don’t want to die a virgin.  I’m begging you, please don’t let me die a virgin.” The video repeated.  

    “Turn it off!” Mark shouted to his friends.  He held Bradley as she clutched her knees in fetal position, sobbing.  He didn’t know what to do, how to help. There was a line of cruelty that someone had leaped over to hurt the woman he loved.  His insides were exploding with fury. But he knew he couldn’t focus on the rage. Comforting Bradley was more important right now.  

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