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I wish that incuidicetutto's journal was in some kind of new sensurround, so that I could actually taste her sauce, (or would that be gravy?) feel soft leather curving around the sole of my foot, hear a ribbon of Italian. When I was little I would sometimes dress up and pretend to be glamorous and brave, witty and knowing. I realize now that I was pretending to be her.
She has kissed on the subway with her hair in pigtails and spent a night in Paris without leaving the bathtub. She has known good men and bad, and some so bad they're good. She has conquered two continents and she still has a long life ahead of her, so Africa or Antarctica may fall next.
At the moment she is trapped in the suburbs rather like a princess in a tower, but like any modern princess I am sure she will find her own ladder.
She has kissed on the subway with her hair in pigtails and spent a night in Paris without leaving the bathtub. She has known good men and bad, and some so bad they're good. She has conquered two continents and she still has a long life ahead of her, so Africa or Antarctica may fall next.
At the moment she is trapped in the suburbs rather like a princess in a tower, but like any modern princess I am sure she will find her own ladder.