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One day i will write a story in which a character will tell its readers "I belong to no one and no one belongs to me". I know it's going to be a She. She will say the line as she plucks out the worms from a tomato plant, or as she lies in that buoyant state after love making wooing distant parts of herself, or as she weaves her way through the rushing traffic. I secretly hope that she will then defy me and refuse to feel any remorse.