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"Do you know what are you showing off? What are you displaying, right now? Your fragility", you state, staring her eyes intensely. Your voice was harsh and she avoids the eye-contact. "Yes, fragility….", the girl repeats loudly, walking away, "You are the last one who can talk about fragility. That man was killing you and it was me, a girl, who saved your ass". She wanders around the living room, visibly nervous. "You seem a smart guy...well you are a college boy after all, so I can tell you the truth. I'm not sure to be gay for real. I dont' like so much...you know what. Still, I love the sensation of being protected by someone. With all the stupid guys that I've been dating so far I always felt as though I were the strong side of the couple. Mentally and even physically. All the guys of your ages that I met, athletes, football players and so on, let me down. I always felt that I was smarter and stronger of them; better, in a word. Every time, every fucking time, that sensation was confirmed. I don't believe in men anymore. I have seen too many times the supposedly strong sex at my feet, squashing their manhood under my femininity".