“His terrible hunger he’d thought would be sated was not. The end apparent in the beginning.
‘My wife,’ he said. ‘Mine.’ Perhaps instead of wearing her, he could swallow her whole…
‘Stop,’ she said. She’d lost her smile, so shy and constant that he was startled to see her up close without it. ‘Nobody belongs to anybody. We’ve done something bigger. It’s new.”
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Lauren Groff,
Fates and Furies