Patience Bloom says: “Around five a.m. I put on my clothes—noticing my boots are still on—and leave his apartment. The victorious rush of leaving without being asked fuels me. I am such a strong, independent woman who doesn’t need to linger. I can’t waste a second since I have an entire day in which to spread the news of my whorishness. I want to scream across the Île Saint-Louis, I just had my first one-night stand! But I don’t since it’s five in the morning and the Parisians would give me constipated looks, since they have one-night stands, like, every day. Quel est le big deal?”
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