Friends

But What About Me?"But what about me?" I asked aloud, but not to his face, and the words sped out into the universe, to join a myriad other "But what about me's" uttered by a myriad other women, abandoned every day by their lovers. Women in Korea, Buenos Aries, Stockholm, Detroit, Dubai and Tashkent, but not in China, where it is a punishable offense. Sound waves do not die out. They travel forever and ever. All our sentences are immortal. Our useless bleatings circle the earth for enternity.But What About Me?
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