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It makes no difference if you’re rich or poor Or if you’re smart or dumb. A woman’s place in this old world Is under some man’s thumb, And if you’re born a woman You’re born to be hurt. You’re born to be stepped on, Lied to, Cheated on, And treated like dirt. —Sandy Posey, “Born a Woman” Lyrics by Martha Sharp
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His salt and pepper beard was less woodcutter-virile, more lumpen one-legged sea captain.
She shrugged faintly and blew smoke. “The same.” He nodded to her cigarette. “Thought you quit.” “I did. I enjoy quitting so much I do it once a week. Sometimes twice.”