Oh, there's a beautiful utopia somewhere where it doesn't. Where we can all be anything we like any day we like and gender and preference flip by the hour. Somewhere that looks a little like San Francisco. But we're not there yet and love and preference sometimes contradict. I could love a woman. I don't think I could bed her.
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I suppose there's merit to that.
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Everyone gets their own bedroll.
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The Fool loves me. Starling told me that he was secretly a woman who wanted to bed me. He told me it doesn't matter.
I love him too. But he's right. It doesn't matter.
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Oh, there's a beautiful utopia somewhere where it doesn't. Where we can all be anything we like any day we like and gender and preference flip by the hour. Somewhere that looks a little like San Francisco. But we're not there yet and love and preference sometimes contradict. I could love a woman. I don't think I could bed her.
There are all kinds of love.
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Was never means it ended well.
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And now she's asleep, like everyone else.
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Since Louis left me I've felt I should screw everything that moves. Sometimes I wish I could.
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