The Need to be Misunderstood

Please, let’s meet up, Martha suggests.  We could talk, sleep together, whatever you want.  I feel so drawn to you.  But you’re practically married, he says.  That’s just it, Martha replies.  Mark understands me.  He knows my every thought.  It’s terrifying.  I need to be misunderstood, unknown all over again.

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