So far, I hate it.
“In the bathroom he watches her putting up her hair. Her arms are raised. In the hollows there is a shadow of growth, short and soft, and to this belongs a damp, oniony odor which he loves. When she is in the tub, he begins to scrub her back. She complains. It’s too hard.”
I was promised gorgeous prose.
— Jan 14, 2025 09:03PM
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