Prologue :
She wiped at her lips and was momentarily distracted by the silky memories, distant feel of his mouth on her. She kept being reminded in different ways that her state of being had changed radically.
[Call me Shakuntala. It's an alter ego. Its a role. Named the drama, I'll play the part. How do you want me? No needs to read the script. It's an improvisation, for Gods sake!]
[Ask me anything! Whatever you want! Just dont leave me!]
[I think I'm in love with you. Take me with you.]
Epilogue :
Just a women with something to prove. And no one sees it. No one but me and him and the one she used to be with. We're all jumping to conclusions. And for the first time I had some clear sense of how truly old and malevolently wise this being was. [Like junkies said, Shorts: dying is easy, living is hard. If anyone should know, it's her. So what do you think? Having any second thoughts?]
Figure it out.
Figure it out.
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