After all that has happened with Sarah, and the long silence, I still feel the desire to know her. Deeply. Find out who she is under all the layers, and why she is so damaged. I have no doubt that most of this impulse comes from loneliness and lust. I also believe that I see her as a sort of mirror for myself: uncovering the source of her scars may reveal something about my own.
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If it's a mirror you want, just read Portnoy's Complaint. Have the decency to leave people's names out of your ramblings next time.
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