| I don't like or get along with other women. I don't think I'm special or different, I just don't. We seem to rub each other the wrong way, and even if we just barely pass, I'm placating them by telling them what they want to hear. There's an unspoken test of female conformity I seem to have failed. But it's nice to have someone I don't have to use that play-pretend translator around.
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