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This book hurts 🥲

“He was losing her incrementally. As a web is no more than holes woven together, they were bonded by what was no longer there. The dishes, no longer prepared or eaten, no more than the four and five ingredient recipe cards stacked above the stove. The walks no longer walked, the summer woods, the undergrowth unparted by their shins. The arguments no longer argued; no mistakes, nothing either wanted or could lose”