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"It was just that she couldn't bear to be wrong again. To wake up beside one more person in the morning thinking: Who in the world is this, and how on earth did he or she get in my bed? Her bed, a massive thing draped in silk, was special to her. Analagous really to a secret chamber of her heart. When this space was defiled, even by her own bad judgment, perhaps especially then, she felt terrible, as if she'd been stabbed."
--Alice Walker from Now Is the Time to Open Your Heart