“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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