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“It is November in a city neither of us like. The house is never warm and our bodies are bad for the weather.”

“And then she would smile and tilt her head back and her laughter connected him again to that night, made him believe for a moment that life was a string you could gather up in your hands all at once.”

you know I love when the magical realism is a medium to portray trauma

“I say we wrote all our dreams in glass.”

“What stories are true? We awake and a lover is gone, has been going and now his body is gone too, and we are left in a clutch of stories. Why do we tell them?”