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  • On my way to work this morning I saw a woman walk past, all dressed in black. She had sensible, flat boots, and a nice figure - not too slim, not too heavy. She wore a down coat and straight-legged pants. Her hair was dark and curly. Her face looked serious.

    For a moment, I wished I were her. Whoever she was - whatever her concerns, her preoccupations - it seemed like it would be preferable to be her rather than me.

    Later, when I was walking up out of the parking garage, I was behind a women with very slim legs. So skinny, I thought she might be anorexic. I followed her out of the building, watching her legs the whole way.

    I arrived at work, glad I was me after all.
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