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Oct 2014
All of my friends are sad and trade
shades of grey like women in department
stores do pants. They don't listen to my
jokes about foreign policy and humanism
versus feminism. They listen to the words
I say about him as they shut me in and then
out, the women, they don't really care.
Marie-Niege
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