There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.
Audrey NiffeneggerI go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I'm tired. I watch the wind play with the trash that's been under the snow all winter. Everything seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by abscence?
Audrey NiffeneggerWhy do you have a cigarette lighter in your glove compartment?" her husband, Jack, asked her. "I'm bored with knitting. I've taken up arson
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