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It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.
trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn’t thought about it.
I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig-tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.
Now the one thing this article didn’t seem to me to consider was how a girl felt.
