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Ufff, qué duro.

“I asked her about her life, and it was as if she rummaged around in a dusty chest to get me the answers.”

“She certainly didn’t nourish herself on promises.

wtf😭

вэлком бэк, лолита?..

hm… this prose bleak in the way that only translated german and russian lit seems to be; saw the film years back and am looking forward to reading this after grabbing it second-hand from Bookman John in Fletcher.

“The day is cloudless, the sun is shining, the air shimmers and the road glitters in the heat.”