Regret, already sogging me down, burst its dam. It seeped into my legs, it pooled in my heart.

If love were endless, if it were on tap, it wouldn't hit us the way it does. And we certainly wouldn't write about it.

The Statue of Liberty's gender changed nothing. It was the same here as anywhere: men and their wars.

Chunks of his life fell away, so that while we were moving ahead in time, he was moving back.

He knew a lot about his grandparents - and perhaps he feels he's been endowed with abilities to go into people's heads who are long dead - but, to a certain extent, he's making it up.

Regret, already sogging me down, burst its dam. It seeped into my legs, it pooled in my heart.

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