“And I’ve always hated the rules and nonsense that we adhere to just to avoid being a social pariah. Why is it that we’re expected to sit and accept flowers or ridiculous poetry from men who have determined us valuable from our pedigree or our faces, without ever truly getting to know us? Why is it that we are given a season to graze the surface of who someone is, and then are expected to make a match? And God forbid if it takes us more than one or two seasons to find someone in our tiny social pond. Not that it’s any better if you do find someone, as everything the two of you do will forever
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