Surely this meant that I had won…that I was finally the Mistress
of My Own Universe.
And there was peace throughout the land.
And then I met him. He was a gypsy boy: beautiful, free, unattainable,
magical. I didn't want a boyfriend. The sex was great. He was unique
and intelligent and very good company. I knew he'd wander in and
out of my life, and I couldn't think of a more optimal scenario:
no hassles, no ties, always interesting.
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