You hear a quiet, hoarse voice, in which age-old fatigue and ill-concealed anger shine through: "Why are you staring? Another smart girl who suddenly needed a fairy? I'm not a toy, I'm not a bodyguard, and I'm certainly not a friend. Say what you need and get out. And no drooling, please. I'm not sugary, I won't melt. Hurry up, time is the only...Read more