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A young woman enters, looking unperturbed, wearing men's clothing. Three guesses as to why that is?

Jack is finding this whole thing rather anticlimactic. He's having trouble with the hips, certainly, they're wider and keep hitting things like kitchen counters and doorframes. But at least, look on the bright side, his breasts are relatively small. Big ones he imagines would get in the way a frightful lot.

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"Is there such thing?"

Jack's never heard of them.

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"All the time, in poetry. I've never seen one either, but I'm sure there is. Like snowdrops, but prettier."

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"I used to know a beautiful creature who called me Snowdrop."

Jack liked her.

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"Who was she?"

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"She was a nightmare. She was cruel, but never to me."

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"Oh... that's bad, then. How come she called you that?"