Female, 2nd Person
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Vocal Characteristics
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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I'll begin our story with that afternoon. We hadn't spoken for a year like so many years when we didn't speak. When you pulled up next to me on my walk to work and offered me a ride, I climbed into the passenger seat of your Dodge on me, knowing I'd begun another cycle and still another feeling that I'd been tricked again. That I should have refused. You caught me in a moment of not knowing if I start there, I should say that by this time we'd already gotten the tattoos that linked our right and left hips together in a single message forever and ever. And I should say that at a glance my text appeared to spell Beaver to perfect that yours bore the autonomous word while mine was dependent. Do you know mine has covered up? I hope yours remains. I hope you still see it in the mirror. And it surprises you some mornings in your half sleep. You're the only woman I've ever loved this way enough to want to hurt you. I'm reminded of your first tattoo on your back. Tramp stamp. So Florida. You told me you orgasm while getting it your nerve ending so close to the surface of your skin Like so many things you told me. I don't know if it's true. Even 20 years after we met. I can't tell when you're lying, but I've learned to assume you often are. I learned to hope you are. Sometimes our friendship was a sticky web. Our friendship was a black box. Our friendship was a swamp full of cottonmouths. Another of your tattoos. An alligator eating up your left arm. The tattoo covers another Some text you got when I covered my text. Mine resilient in the clutch of darkness Yours, Your blues ain't like my blues whose pain is deeper who wins?