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Men wouldn’t know where their shoes went if we weren’t there to point to their feet.”
him
he
Not surprising she
surprisingly, she’d
It was funny how birthdays, with age, grew more painful.
Postsex was normally the time men hounded me, desperate for reassurances of their sexual performance. William had zipped up his pants, tucked in his shirt, and walked away without a word—then completely ignored me. I’d blame it on the unsatisfying sex, but while he had neglected my pleasure, he certainly seemed to have had enough of his own.
Author’s done a great job. I really, really, really, hate this freaking woman.
