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She runs a finger around the neck of her water glass and listens, a kind of winsome retreat.
She wants to meet in one of those places where women meet other women for lunch, to talk forever, to eat salads and split entrées, where the sweaters are stretchy, the jewelry outsized, the purses massive and sexless, where fruity tea is served in ceramic.
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"But I like the idea of it, too.
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I could use an extra pair of eyes, I tell her.
"Which leads me to the fact that yes, I do think I could kick your ass." Further attempted neutering from the heart of the Notting Hill Womyn's Lunch Cotillion.
I hand it over, so she can drag the tint along the gray hairs in my left eyebrow.