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and in the end he will stand by a window like me, filled with dull grief over things half-forgotten and never known. A tall man, somewhat too gaunt, with thoughtful gray eyes and nervous hands, lighting one cigarette after another and stubbing them out, helpless as I am, as my father was, and that remote ancestor who was the first to sense the ticking of unease and stepped to the window of his cottage.

I get bored when I’m supposed to involve myself in other people’s affairs—I find it repellent to the depths of my soul.

wait, this is good🫦

I refuse to dnf a book when I'm this far but god do I want to

I'm halfway through, I will finish this but yeah

I don't care about that family one bit

I didn't like the guy at the beginning but he's growing on me

Wth another soldier who served in Iraq is mentioned, what's happening here😂

Sometimes you're reading a kind of romance book and the author mentions a hero working as a sniper in your country but like he's a hero he wrote a book and stuff

The Jims bit was funny.

Min and Jade are feeding their babies while watching "How My Child Died Violently"

“You were torturing a cat,” she says. “With a freaking prod.”
“A prod I built myself in metal shop,” he says. “But of course you never mention that.”

Dnf
I don't care actually

I want to say something but maybe i shouldn't say it

"but God,
doesn't she wear
the world well."

"Then the men we try to love, say
we carry too much loss, wear too much black,
are too heavy to be around, much too sad to love. Then they leave and we mourn them too.

Is that what we’re here for?
To sit at kitchen tables, counting
on our fingers the ones who died,
those who left and the others who were taken by the police,
or by drugs,
or by illness
or by other women."

"Then the men we try to love, say
we carry too much loss, wear too much black,
are too heavy to be around, much too sad to love. Then they leave and we mourn them too.

Is that what we’re here for?
To sit at kitchen tables, counting
on our fingers the ones who died,
those who left and the others who were taken by the police,
or by drugs,
or by illness
or by other women."

This book just keeps on reminding me how mid my English is