Shattering My Silent Chains
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The night of our high school graduation party, the air in the rented Hamptons beach house was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and cheap tequila. We were playing "Never Have I Ever," that classic game of social exposure.
Bridget, my supposed best friend, sat in the center of the circle, her smile as innocent as a Sunday school teacher's. She raised her glass, her eyes glinting with a cruelty I was too blind to see. "Okay, let’s do a physical one," she chirped. "Put a finger down if you can’t speak. If you can, keep them up."
The room went deathly silent.
