It’s a familiar scene from 1985’s classic film The Color Purple: newlywed Sofia charges through a cornfield, face freshly bruised by husband Harpo, to confront in-law Celie about her advice for him to “beat her.”
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“Good afternoon pretty lady. How are you doing?”
What started off as an ordinary commute on an ordinary day became a bit more interesting after I noticed a handsome uniformed man staring intently from the other lane as we waited … Read the rest