32 To V. When I see how other women look at you, I wish you had some defect. A plastic leg, a walleye, a scar across your face -- the stronger I am attracted to you, the longer the scar. I wish you lacked a few fingers, a few figures in your bank account -- the more fingers and figures, if the more women look at you, the longer they look. I am brooding of how much of you I would need to dismantle, what exactly of you I would agree to destroy, when I see how you enjoy the way women look at you.







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