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I'd be the nice, sassy fun girl who sits at Dorothy Parker's circle and sleeps with all the men she's in love with, resulting in her writing some very nasty, caustic poetry about me, to which I respond with more mirth and laughter, though secretly I'd be miserable craving her love and approval. I'd have fabulous clothes. Stimulating conversations. I'd run the gambit from libertine to pristine. I'd convert to Catholocism and lapse back into sin.
And though Muriel Spark came along a little later, in my version of events she wouldn't come along at all, as *I* would be the group's Muriel Spark, and it would have been me who wrote Momento Mori. And Parker would have written me a glowing review. And I would have finally earned her friendship and respect, though I'd still be banging her beloveds behind her back.
Heh.
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