If, At Some Future Point, My Face

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Like Semmering Academy, The Grove School Was A Gothic Pile Of Bricks Run By 1950s-era Chalk Drones, Which Maintained Its Cultural Viability By Perpetuating A Weirdly Seductive Anxiety Throughout Its Community. Mary Herself Was A Victim Of The Seduction; Despite The Trying And Repetitive Emotional Requirements Of Her Job, She Remained Eternally Fascinated By The Wicker-thin Girls And Their Wicker-thin Mothers, All Of Them Favoring Dark Wool Skirts And Macintoshes And Unreadably Far-away Expressions; If She Squinted, They Could Have Emerged Intact From Any Of The Last Seven Decades.

I Used To Have A Really Sharp Memory. And Its Loss Has Proven Destabilizing From An Identity Perspective.

I Surround Myself With Women Who Inspire Me To Be More Ambitious, And Who Constantly Astonish Me With Their Magnetism, Style, And Smarts.

I Think Female-female Relationships Interest Me So Much More Because They're So Encoded. There Is Kind Of A Psychic Element That Happens Within Groups Of Women. Whenever I Hang Out With My Female Friends, I Feel Like Context Is Never Needed.