”Of all the things to lose, to lose one’s mind? Let them take a leg or a lung; let them take anything before they take that. Before you became “poor Rosemary” or “poor Frank,” catching the last glimpses of the sun and seeing them for what they were. Before there were no more trips, no more games, no more Murder Clubs. Before there was no more you.”
— Oct 21, 2026 10:29AM
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