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"The dark's got a little anger in it moving right up against you. You can feel it pushing right up against you now and then, a burning flash across your thing; that's me, I'm there, Andrea, a charred hallucination; and you walk on, agitated, to find a living one, not a shade stuck in midnight but some poor, trembling, real girl, hungry enough even to smile at you. That's my home you're misbehaving in with your mischievous little indulgences, your secret little purchases of girls and acts, because I was in every street, every alley, fucked there, slept there, got drugs there, found a bed for my weary head; oh, it got weary, curled up under something, a little awake.
"You don't just remember it; it remembers you; Andrea, it says, I know you. When the dark comes, I come, every night, on every street, until New York is gone; I'm alive there in the dark, rubbing up against anything flesh-and-blood, not a poor, homeless girl but a brazen girl-for-peace, hungry, tired, waiting for you, to rub up against you, take what you have, get what you got; peace, freedom, love, a fuck, a shy smile, some quarters or dimes or dollars. There's more of me stuck in that old night than anywhere."

-Andrea Dworkin, Mercy

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"The dark's got a little anger in it moving right up against you. You can feel it pushing right up against you now and then, a burning flash across your thing; that's me, I'm there, Andrea, a charred hallucination; and you walk on, agitated, to find a living one, not a shade stuck in midnight but some poor, trembling, real girl, hungry enough even to smile at you. That's my home you're misbehaving in with your mischievous little indulgences, your secret little purchases of girls and acts, because I was in every street, every alley, fucked there, slept there, got drugs there, found a bed for my weary head; oh, it got weary, curled up under something, a little awake.
"You don't just remember it; it remembers you; Andrea, it says, I know you. When the dark comes, I come, every night, on every street, until New York is gone; I'm alive there in the dark, rubbing up against anything flesh-and-blood, not a poor, homeless girl but a brazen girl-for-peace, hungry, tired, waiting for you, to rub up against you, take what you have, get what you got; peace, freedom, love, a fuck, a shy smile, some quarters or dimes or dollars. There's more of me stuck in that old night than anywhere."

-Andrea Dworkin, Mercy