Compromised

It’s all been compromised, I tell X, my so-called friendships, loves, thoughts, everything. I can’t even do a hard day’s work or someone a favour without getting compromised. In the dossier they’re preparing on me there’ll be compromising pictures of me in all kinds of positions. Straining and leering. How could you let it come to this, I say, why didn’t you step in? Oh I forgot, I say, you can’t.

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