希拉里自传2

<p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;"><span>I&nbsp;wasn’t&nbsp;born&nbsp;a&nbsp;first&nbsp;lady&nbsp;or&nbsp;a&nbsp;senator.&nbsp;I&nbsp;wasn’t&nbsp;born&nbsp;a&nbsp;Democrat.&nbsp;I&nbsp;wasn’t&nbsp;born&nbsp;a&nbsp;lawyer&nbsp;or&nbsp;an&nbsp;advocate&nbsp;for&nbsp;women’s&nbsp;rights&nbsp;and&nbsp;human&nbsp;rights.&nbsp;I&nbsp;wasn’t&nbsp;born&nbsp;a&nbsp;wife&nbsp;or&nbsp;mother.&nbsp;I&nbsp;was&nbsp;born&nbsp;an&nbsp;American&nbsp;in&nbsp;the&nbsp;middle&nbsp;of&nbsp;the&nbsp;twentieth&nbsp;century,&nbsp;a&nbsp;fortunate&nbsp;time&nbsp;and&nbsp;place.&nbsp;I&nbsp;was&nbsp;free&nbsp;to&nbsp;make&nbsp;choices&nbsp;unavailable&nbsp;to&nbsp;past&nbsp;generations&nbsp;of&nbsp;women&nbsp;in&nbsp;my&nbsp;own&nbsp;country&nbsp;and&nbsp;inconceivable&nbsp;to&nbsp;many&nbsp;women&nbsp;in&nbsp;the&nbsp;world&nbsp;today.&nbsp;I&nbsp;came&nbsp;of&nbsp;age&nbsp;on&nbsp;the&nbsp;crest&n...