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Start: Memory: December 1965; Five Years Old. My mama tells me in a scary, loud, life-threatening voice to stop scratching my coochi snorcher. I become terrified that I’ve scratched it off down there.
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End: I realized later she was my surprising, unexpected, politically incorrect salvation. She transformed my sorry-ass coochi snorcher and raised it up into a kind of heaven.
Ensler, Eve, The Vagina Monologues: 10th Anniversary Edition, Villard, 2008, pp. 77-82.
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