"I'm a feminist!" she declared,
eyebrows raised.
He looked at her askance,
doubt in his features.
"Really?" he questioned,
"it just seems"
his voice trailed off,
dot dot dot.
"What?" she wanted to know.
"Well your past hardly seems the feminist ideal" he countered,
almost apologetically.
She sighed and shook her head.
If only the heart could be made to listen to the mind more often.
3 January 2012
0700
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