In her bedroom, a women stands in front of a full-length mirror. She has tears in her eyes. She unbuttons her blouse and caresses her breast. Now let us listen to her thoughts.
'Tomorrow a cut of cold steel will take you away from me. Tomorrow I will no longer be a whole woman. I remember when you first became a part of me. From the first day you came, my life started to change. My grandmother used to look at me and say, “You're becoming a little woman” Now tomorrow I'll once again become a little girl. I also remember the first time that I made love, you were there. He caressed and kissed you just as much as me. Tomorrow I'll be a virgin again. I guess this is goodbye, for tomorrow you will be removed so I will live longer; but also tomorrow a part of my womanhood will die.'
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