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I Thought Marcus Was Going To Be In My Life Forever. Then I Thought I Was Wrong. Now He’s Back. But This Time I Know What’s Certain: Marcus Will Be Gone Again, And Back Again And Again And Again Because Nothing Is Permanent. Especially People. Strangers Become Friends. Friends Become Lovers. Lovers Become Strangers. Strangers Become Friends Once More, And Over And Over. Tomorrow, Next Week, Fifty Years From Now, I Know I’ll Get Another One-word Postcard From Marcus, Because This One Doesn’t Have A Period Signifying The End Of The Sentence. Or The End Of Anything At All.

It's Just Jessica And Marcus, Oxymoronically Alone Together.

It's Human Nay-cha...for Me To Sperminay-cha.

I Know. It's Shocking To Think That The Government Would Try To Stick Its Nose In Our Ladyparts.

Fortunately For Me, I'm Still Evolving Into The Person I'm Supposed To Be. And Though They Don't Know It Yet, And May Not Come To Accept It, I'm Done Living By Their Protocols Or Anyone Else's. I'm The Only One Who Will Take Credit For My Successes. And I'm The Only One Who Will Take The Blame For My Mistakes. From Now On, I Live For Me.