Do you love me? Am I not beautiful? I am beautiful. I am the most beautiful dancer in the caravan Karakadolianakas. I know this because I have had many lovers. Many many many lovers. But no man captures the heart of gypsy. I am free like the wind. And he is small and icky like insects crawling in the bog - and you have to watch where you're stepping - because - because - you don't know what's down there... From the short story collection, "Miserable Holiday Stories" by Alex Bernstein.
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