Someone is... saying... something?

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Yes, they... sometimes line up too well for comfort.  Could be chance.  But when the notion is pushed, in a dozen ways?  I retain the right to suspicion.

Women.  They do that.  When they try, they are horrible about it.  When they just do it, sometimes, they... are amazing.  This might be her.  Or someone who would like to be like her?  The woman.  THE... Woman.  Well, one of them.

She remembers bringing her feminism to me.  And... me handling it.  Nothing... personal, or even hateful, for my part.  I don't even think for her part.  Just... business?  Yes.  Just business.  It is how it must be?  Like cops and robbers, or even cops and the little people.  Or parents and children, when... that was more righteous.  Or confessor and sinner.  There is a natural antagonism.  A little war, always, by part.  Not in perfection, out of it... mostly.

I don't fear women.  I know things.  Things... they want to know.  I can handle what they deal, and I can go where they cannot.  Not a fib, a truth.

And, she knows me.  But... she... can't go there.  I know this, she knows.

So be it.