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I remember one night after we left a meeting of the survivors, Anne gave a good summary of her feelings. "You know, Jeff, there are times I wish I could become a nun, I wish I could live in an isolated world where sex didn't exist." "Why not marry me?" I joked. "What?" she said, stopping me on the street and staring at me. "Like you said at the meeting," I said. "You said you'd always thought that marriage was a trap to be avoided, that marriage would mean the end of your sexuality. Wouldn't marriage be more fun than a convent?" She smiled at me and chuckled. "It probably would, but you're so ..." She paused, her voice trailing off. "Damn it, you're so straight that I'm afraid I'd offend you."

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