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Most Women Are Dull and Stupid

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Once again, I'm hearing cellos in my head as I roll over onto
My side in her bed, pull the covers up. Then she speaks.
"She was a lot older than him... She used to joke how I
Should take her place if she went first... Someone would
Have to take care of him." I ask again, "Why will you not
Let me see the letter?" Her silence rings with her mad
Unspoken, unspeakable thoughts. All she says is, "I said.
Because it's marked private." Which is no reason at all.