Too Fast
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Ongoing, First published Dec 16, 2018
"People say I drive too fast, move too fast, live too fast
Ain't no such thing as too fast for me"

And they were right. Maybe we were too impatient to plan, educate ourselves or think of other options. But the pain in our hearts established by that woman was enough to make patience oblivious to our minds.

Now he's dead, and we're guilty. They just don't know it yet.


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In Halifax, Nova Scotia, Kionik is a Mi'kmaq Native youth consumed by the dark trench of the foster care system. Moved from home to home, whether group homes or foster homes. Until she finally was settled with a woman who would ruin her dignity, allowing her boyfriend to sexually abuse her as much as he pleased. But, Kionik is not lonesome. She lives alongside Milani, of Black/African-American decent, and Flávia, of Brazilian-Romani decent. As the trauma of their life progresses, the girls, in the heat of the moment do what they longed to do.
Revenge. Facing no other options, after killing their abusers, they run to Toronto, Ontario hoping to disappear in the big city...
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