If there was ever anyone to be cloaked around. It was her. The idea of that transparency that has become brand, well before it was honed, elongated, refined. I want to cry out an embarrassment: I love intimidating people the most, you find yourself obsessing about them. With all that distance you accommodate. You can never be there. You can never touch them. The draw, it's in that dance. Entirely contrived of one.
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