Every time I say ''sure'' when I mean ''no,'' every time I smile brightly when I'm exploding with rage, every time I imagine my man's achievement is my own, I know the cheerleader never really died. I feel her shaking her ass inside me and I hear her breathless, girlish voice mutter ''T-E-A-M, Yea, Team.''.

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The question arises as to whether it is possible not to live in the world of men and still to live in the world.

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