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“I’ve told you before,” Verity gritted out, her left eye twitching. “I do not like to be told when to breathe. My respiration is my business. Kindly bugger off.”
Though she be but little, she is fierce.”
“I’d never realised before how many of the trappings of femininity make you weak. High heels mean you can’t run as fast, long hair makes you vulnerable to being grabbed, tight skirts are less easy to manoeuvre in. It’s like we’re physically weaker anyway, but then, just for good measure, society decides we need to be hindered even further.”