He was, she thought, the type of man who hated women.
He made exception only for those who spoke of other women with venom; who whispered criticism at his ear for him to disregard or repeat in emails and meetings. He loved women who hated their mothers and each other; who had starved themselves back through childhood and out into boyish figures. He loved women who fit neatly into tight corners, with pale skin and sharp edges. He loved women to be quiet and cold, but not with him.
He was, he thought, the type of man who loved women.
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