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Irish Fiction
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She did her best to feel another way about things, but couldn’t shake the shroud of indifference that sat comfortably across her shoulders. Like a winter quilt, patchwork, each square lovingly sewn with sorrow at its seams. She wrapped herself in its embrace, allowed the knowledge of having been loved so tenderly for such a short time settle her spirit. But the loneliness never left her; it grew like weeds when she wasn’t looking.
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― Dirtpickers
― Dirtpickers
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At times he has the sensation that he and Marianne are like figure skaters, improvising their discussions so adeptly and in such perfect synchronisation that it surprises them both. She tosses herself gracefully into the air, and each time, without knowing how he's going to do it, he catches her.
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― Normal People
― Normal People
