Sublime

Women, always the women. Thank goodness for the women.

She wished William was still working on his manuscript, because she thought writing might help stitch him to his life.

Allison,

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Julie and Faye are exchanging anecdotes and inclinations for the twentieth straight month. Julie tells Faye that she, Julie, best likes: contemporary poetry, unkind women, words with univocal definitions, faces whose expressions change by the second, an obscure and limited-edition Canadian encyclopedia called LaPlace’s Guide to Total Data, the

I lend you a copy of the novel I loved, you read it, and now its beauty resides in both of our hearts