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--- J O E D U N T H O R N E I made a grown woman cry tonight. I was seven times her size. I told her she had lost her looks. I said her heart was all gristle and her lungs, rolled-up cereal packets. I said her spine was collapsible like a telescope. I said, like a telescope I can see into your past. Your husband left you even though you did nothing wrong in particular it was just like - Christ - I'm so fucking bored. I made a grown woman cry tonight. I was fifteen times her size. Meg Ryan, Meg Ryan, Meg Ryan - the woman your husband is with looks a bit like Meg Ryan. |
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