Saturday, November 20, 2010


“I’m a feminist and everything, but the thing is, when I look at you, I want to take care of you. I want to have your babies. I would stay home and do everything, for you. I would sand the floors for you.”

“Is that a good thing?”

She said yes but she felt no. Until that moment she hadn’t realized how pitiful being a woman really was.

“What do you want?” she asked him.

He thought for a long time.

“I just want you to notice when I’m not around.”

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