dare raze once, when i was thirteen and almost too thin to be seen, four girls i knew well enough to dream about but couldn't claim to have kissed dragged me into their room and sat me down at the foot of an unmade hotel bed to play "truth or dare". they wanted my confessions. i told them everything i thought i knew and they laughed, their faces half-hidden behind cold cream and creased with a kindness that belied the cruelty of their game. 250802 what's it to you? who go blather from