More music.

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Almost makes me sad.  But the truth is, I know no woman who was available, seemed interested, who I wanted, and who would work.  Beyond, I can't honestly afford an American, or Western really, woman.  Further.  They aren't all that interested.  

They want to be a wife, or a spouse, or have a wedding day, the ceremony, events, play dress-up.  But to care for a home?  To even have children?  Tend a husband, children?  Too much work.  Easier to just divorce and move on.  Or drag a man into her misery.  I'm... not going there.

So... whoever is sending this music isn't... real.  No matter how real she might think she is.  If it's a guy, they are way off.  Now, if it's a guy, commiserating?  A fellow bachelor?  But, even then, I don't really get it.  All I can say is that these fit as sorts of responses.  Almost spookily, some of them.  If from some woman's perspective, or several?  But I... did enjoy?  Thereabouts.

She... hears me.  There is a scene in there, when she is walking away, and I am talking?  That... is what this is.  I... hear her... see her... listening.

If she, this, is real.  I... am sad, for her.