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howifeltabouthim · 17 hours ago
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. . . Etta described her as having her heart in the right place, which meant that she was awful but not unkind.
Abigail Dean, from The Death of Us
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howifeltabouthim · 17 hours ago
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'Aren't we fucked up enough, though? . . . Just the two of us?'
Abigail Dean, from The Death of Us
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howifeltabouthim · 17 hours ago
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He zipped the case and set his suit bag on top of it and finally looked at me, sitting on the bed, waiting for him to acknowledge my existence.
Abigail Dean, from The Death of Us
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howifeltabouthim · 17 hours ago
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She levelled two charges against them: (a) they were old, and (b) they did not understand.
Abigail Dean, from The Death of Us
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howifeltabouthim · 17 hours ago
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It was Etta's idea. Everything is Etta's idea, the good and the dire.
Abigail Dean, from The Death of Us
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howifeltabouthim · 17 hours ago
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He stared at Nina unblinking, as if he might hold her up with his eyes.
Abigail Dean, from The Death of Us
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howifeltabouthim · 17 hours ago
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He felt that some part of him was with her . . . and that he would not know peace until she was back by his side.
Abigail Dean, from The Death of Us
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howifeltabouthim · 17 hours ago
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howifeltabouthim · 18 hours ago
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howifeltabouthim · 18 hours ago
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Tamara Ralph
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howifeltabouthim · 18 hours ago
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Maybe, love is always forgiveness, to a degree.
Joyce Carol Oates, from The Falls
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howifeltabouthim · 18 hours ago
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. . . as the sun disappears and reappears between strips of tattered clouds, rainbows become visible above the Gorge. So faint, so frail, hardly more than optical illusions they seem. Look a second time, they're gone.
Joyce Carol Oates, from The Falls
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howifeltabouthim · 18 hours ago
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Monica Bellucci
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howifeltabouthim · 18 hours ago
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Four Adventures of Reinette and Mirabelle (4 aventures de Reinette et Mirabelle) 1989, dir. Éric Rohmer
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howifeltabouthim · 2 days ago
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What I realised, too, was how happy we had actually been . . . so many times in our life. That happiness was as good as the beach for the drowning. I could still see it—in the rooms of our house, in the glances I felt when he believed I wasn't paying attention—but we had no way of getting back there.
Abigail Dean, from The Death of Us
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howifeltabouthim · 2 days ago
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I was flummoxed by how easily we had waded into unhappiness. We had found ourselves here so fast, neck-deep and flailing. And the worst thing of all, the secret I had never suspected: it was bearable. This purgatory of separate bedrooms and keeping busy and sitting unspeaking and untouching in front of the television. It was so miserably bearable, you could do it forever.
Abigail Dean, from The Death of Us
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howifeltabouthim · 2 days ago
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There were nights when I would walk . . . glancing into the nice living rooms, the kitchens with their islands and glass and elegant hanging lamps, and wonder if there was loneliness in these houses, too. People should be mad with it. They should be screaming in the streets.
Abigail Dean, from The Death of Us
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