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"A lump catches in my throat. It’s my heart. I’m going to vomit my heart. It’s going to plop out onto the coffee table."

"His hand hovers, wants to find its way to my shoulder, but it’s frozen in midair, transfixed by the sheer horror of physical touch. I’m glad. I don’t want him to touch me. Is there anything worse than being touched by someone you don’t want near you? He’s the haggard, overweight ghost of my husband."

"The place stinks. Outside, the smell of manure is heavy and laden with rural turgidity. That sense that nothing is happening at all and that’s the way people here like it. Eurgh. Inside, it’s damp and fuzzy. I can taste the walls from several feet away. Not my sort of cuisine, truth be told."

"Condensation and black mould wriggle in windows like crust in your eyes that you can’t blink away."