So, I've been reading Virginia Woolf's book, Orlando. Wow! I wasn't expecting that! Here I was thinking I was reading what might be an actual biography of some English nobleman I'd never heard of (that's how good Ms. Woolf is in sucking you into her reality) then about 100 pages into it, he goes to bed a man and wakes up, a woman...HUH? Not only a
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