There are men in this world who would cut your throat after
first emasculating you with a rusty razor blade for saying that. You should
read some of the sycophantic slop they write. One guy admitted he’d camped out
in front of her house on a semi-permanent basis just to get a look at her. And another
one wrote:
Enya still play with
my Feels.
Heavens! I reckon that anyone who is glad to have his Feels
played with would be capable of anything.
* * *
And I just caught sight of my face in the bathroom mirror
(in spite my best efforts not to.) It’s a reddish coppery colour. I’d quite
forgotten that the sun can affect it like that. It’s been a long time.
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