It never lasts, even when she things it must, having put all
her ducks in order, all the right people (mostly men) telling her everything
she needs to hear, to be assured she is on the right road when nothing could be
further from the truth.
She gives herself up to them, thinking she keeps control of
her life, when in fact they hold all the cards in a high stake poker game in
which is merely a chip – she believing everything they tell her while thinking
these ideas came out of her own head, not just what they talk her into doing, a
provocative dance as if she lives her life on strings, each move preordained
until that day, not so far in the future when they cut her loose and find a new
girl to do and say all the thing she used to do and say.
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