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But What About Me?"But what about me?" I asked aloud, but not to his face, and the words sped out into the universe, to join a myriad other "But what about me's" uttered by a myriad other women, abandoned every day by their lovers. Women in Korea, Buenos Aries, Stockholm, Detroit, Dubai and Tashkent, but not in China, where it is a punishable offense. Sound waves do not die out. They travel forever and ever. All our sentences are immortal. Our useless bleatings circle the earth for enternity.But What About Me?
by ~ojosasi
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FateA sunny day in the park. There is a single bench CENTRE stage. GOD is sitting on the LEFT side of the bench. He has long, white hair and a long, white beard, and is wearing a simple white robe. He is reading a newspaper. Enter PETER from the RIGHT. He is wearing black pants, leather shoes, a white shirt and a garish, comical tie. He is carrying a paper bag. PETER sits on the bench next to GOD, setting his bag next to him. He folds his hands and admires the weather.Fate
PETER. Beautiful weather today. GOD [focusing on his newspaper]. Mm-hm. PETER. [Extending his hand] The name’s Peter.
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Thank you DA. I understand now.
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Honey, why don't you tell the kids to go outside and P-L-A-Y so we can fuck.
you need to pimp this thing out.
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xo
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