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“Before I see his face, his arms are on my waist, my back to his chest, his chin in my hair. Then his hands are on my stomach and I am dropping mine hold onto his while we dance back to front. When the music stops I turn around and look at him he smiles. I am wet and shivering. Before I leave the park, I fingered the bristles of the shaving brush. They are soft and warm.”

sigh

“I stroked every inch of his golden skin sucked his earlobes. I know the quality of his hair and his armpit; I fingered the dimple in his upper lip; I poured a red wine in his navel and drink it spill. There’s no place on my body his lips did not turn into bolts of lightning.”

Bitch poetry 😭

Mrs Huxley what’s up w you girl

'Listen to me. You are about to find out what it takes, how the world is, how it works and how it changes when you are a parent.

Good luck and God help the child.'

'What kind of love is it that requires an angel and only an angel for its commitment?'

'She had not known its shallowness or her own cowardice-- the vital lesson Sweetness taught and nailed to her spine to curve it.'

'So many men and all of them the same where it counts.
Where does it count?
Ownership. '

'Sober as priests, creative as devils, they invented sex. So they believed.'

'Most of all he found her to be insufferably opinionated.'

'1. What have you learned that is true (and how do you know)?
2.What problem do you have?'

'All he did from freshman year through sophomore was react -- sneer, laugh, dismiss, find fault, demean, -- a young man's version of critical thinking.'

'It was early September and nothing anywhere had begun to die.'

'The job, not the guy, is what the girlfriend adores.'