At the ripe old age of thirteen, Jenny experienced her first midlife crisis, which, she would later go on to famously remark, didn't augur well for her longevity, which crisis was precipitated by her sudden realization that true communication between humans is quite impossible - not the kind of colloquial impossibility that was often invoked when the discussion of her winning the affections of a boy, anywhichever boy, arose - but the kind of hard mathematical impossibility that crushes with profound indifference the fates of billions of puny beings inhabiting an obscure blue planet at the remote end of a nondescript galaxy.
As a consequence she decided to take matters in her own hands.
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