[A nervous laugh. And then she nips at her lower lip.
She's been living openly for months now. Almost a year, the way she reckons it. And it's such a better way to live. But it doesn't make it any less bizarre, talking so openly. After all, it goes against nineteen years of learning, engrained in her by her mother and aunt.]
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She's been living openly for months now. Almost a year, the way she reckons it. And it's such a better way to live. But it doesn't make it any less bizarre, talking so openly. After all, it goes against nineteen years of learning, engrained in her by her mother and aunt.]
No. Although I've often wished I was.