"The female riddle I cannot solve; a mystery greater than the universe and as incomprehensible. I've not a clue to a clue nor hope of a hope. The touch, it seems, is as far as the moon and just as unreachable. The invisible marionette that strings my every move has me zig when I should zag, forever leaving me absent of her presence."
My female listener assured me I deserve love.
"Ah, I am worthy of everyone but she who speaks it!"
She quickly departed, thinking: "Thank God he is not for me!"
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