Super Sad True Love Story: A Novel

Christmas Cake already.

How could I trick her into aligning her youth with my decrepitude?

If we have only one life to live, we might as well not have lived at all.”

I coughed into my hand, a painful chill across my body, as if an iceberg had stabbed me in the anus.

If only I had had a proclivity to draw or paint. Why did I have to suffer that ancient Jewish affliction for words?

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