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Sunday, February 22, 2004
Shirley gave me a lipstick from her purse. "Try it," she said.
I opened it and rolled up the lipstick. Instead of a slab of colour, a little sheet of paper rolled up. Numbers of police stations, hospitals and shelters.
This is how Shirley passes on vital information to her domestic violence clients whose husbands watch their every move.
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