"She wondered what, if anything, she knew about love. Not much, perhaps, but enough to know that was she would do for him now she would do again tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that. She would read out loud, from the very beginning. She would read with measured breath, to the very end. She would read as if every letter counted, page by page and word by word."
— Oct 06, 2024 01:28PM
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