It would be very hard for a man to live with me, unless he’s terribly strong. I’m neither smart nor stupid, I’m not really sure. I’ve traded comfortness into uncertainty. I was scared, but not so much anymore. The men I’ve loved and cared about , I think, will remember me, because men always remember a woman who caused them concern and uneasiness. I’ve done my best, in regard to people and to life, without precepts, but with a taste for justice.
Today, a freedom has been granted.

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