Unexpected meetings occur in a forest, on a mountain, by the sea. I shook hands with the men. I'm disappearing. Something in me is disappearing. So. Is that a yes? Some of us have taken off our wigs. The immense, the colossal weight of our hope. Sex is part of it. Do you think I’m pretty? [The future will present itself with unimaginable ruthlessness. But we can guess.]
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