I just remember thinking how disappointing other girls were, when I was a child. Not just girls: the boys, too, were a bunch of unimaginative cowards, but it was the girls I was more disappointed in because my mother had raised me on this diet of dialectics about the GREATNESS OF WOMEN and how WE CAN DO IT and all that jazz. I used to have a red t-
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Good to know I'm in such illustrious company in being called a Gyppo, though! Excellent lady journalist & excellent lady novelist & ... mediocre lady poet! WE ARE THE DREAM TEAM.
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fancy trying that sometime?
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I like adventures but, admittedly, I'm pretty out of my element here. I much prefer risking the actual wolves than the metaphorical ones.
It seems like you're not getting left behind, at least from the outside. But I feel that way sometimes because I'm in school forever. Then I realize I don't want the things I'm being left out of, so I relax.
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