At her age, she ought to know better, just over that mark the hippies claimed people could not be trusted, she clinging to all the silly stuff college kids get stuffed in their heads, only she’s too old to be clinging to such silly notions, only she has nothing else to hold onto.
She’ll never have kids, even though she goes through all the
motions that would otherwise help churn them out, part of that entertainment
for high rollers with whom she shares company in real life, something of a
comodody that requires her to keep producing or get left behind, in a game best
played by girls a decade younger than she is, who she has to stay one step
ahead of or get trampled in their rush to glory, glory that last only as long
as she can cling to it.
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