She stares at me for a moment, and then she bursts out laughing. “You haven’t seen his perfect little wife and his perfect little girls. Believe me, Oliver, I’m not the great love of his life, the one he’ll never forget.” “You are to me,” I say.

Just because you had every right to feel sorry for yourself didn't mean you ever took the opportunity to do so.

I look for places like me: big, hollow, forgotten by most everyone.

Torn between fear and something that resembled love, she wrestled with questions she never dreamed she would face: How could she leave? Then again, how could she stay?

What could it be like to find out, in a matter of minutes, that the person you believed the sun rose and set on was not the person you'd thought?

You okay in there?" "No, I'm hanging from a closet rod.

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