Monday, Jan. 31, 2005 - 11:22 p.m.
Hilary was sixteen when she realised being clever was less than no consolation for not having been born pretty. Hilary was twenty-seven when she realised there was no-one in particular to blame for that fact. By then there weren�t enough closets or rugs to shelter the skeletons or spread across the detritus. Chin up then eh? Politics and a wink ties a bow around everything else.
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