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Read up; part 64.

If I don’t speak, this moment will exist, preserved in the amber of my memory forever, exactly perfect. -N Advertisements

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Read up; part 63.

‘You’re still in it. You’ll always be in it. No, not literally. But in your heart. Nothing ever ends, not if it’s gone that deep. You’ll always be walking wounded. That’s the only choice, after a while. Walking wounded, or … Continue reading

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Read up; part 62.

‘What’s death to me is just a lot of words to you. You put ’em together so pretty.’ -N

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Read up; part 61.

You are so much used to live alone, that you do not know the value of a companion; and perhaps no man can be a good judge of the comfort a woman feels in the society of one of her … Continue reading

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Read up; part 60.

“I may not be the greatest dancer in the world, but when I come home, I am going to take you Christmas dancing every single year. We will dance to Count Basie at Minton’s on Christmas Eve while he plays … Continue reading

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Read up; part 59.

Simple, sincere people seldom speak much of their piety, it shows itself in acts rather than in words, and has more influence than homilies or protestations. -N

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Read up; part 58.

It is curious how sometimes the memory of death lives on for so much longer than the memory of the life that it purloined. -N

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