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viriality is a curse

this what poverty and kids do to you
suck the collagen out of you

the laws of social media were the same as the laws ofphysics

men and their legends
embaressing!

what kind of freak your husband will be?

America hates women
what a comfort to remember

is it a choice when you have only one option

though all love was humiliation

she carries her head like a pretty woman

Abel 😭🫣

a five-minute intro

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roots like lies were insidious

money is religion
money is magic

I think if I could tell someone everything, every single thing, inside my head,
then I would be gone, and not existing any more, and I would sink away into that lovely nothing-space
where you don’t have to worry any more and no one ever hears you or cares and you can say anything
but of course you wouldn’t be any more at all and you couldn’t really do

No, indeed, I do not read Shakespeare any more; I have passed the age when such things are felt to be
essential, and have reached the age when half a dozen esoteric quotations are all I ever need—those

Somewhere in the world trees were growing, Natalie thought as she walked down the hall of
the house where she now lived; her feet on the linoleum floor made a flat sound, as of one
walking upon dead earth.

And, worst of all, what terrible change were they all expecting so
immediately, so fearfully? Was something going to happen?

على البالغين أن يدبروا شئون تغذية العائلة ن دون مساعدة الأطفال

A sort of intoxication possessed Natalie; this could surely not be the intoxication, she thought
breathlessly, born of one weak cocktail sipped timidly in the kitchen. It was instead, and she was
almost sure of this, the preliminary faint stirrings of something about to happen. The idea once
born, she knew it was true; something incredible was going to happen,

Module 5

It was one of those spring mornings in March; the sky between the buildings was bright and blue
and the city air, warmed by motors and a million breaths, had a freshness and a sense of
excitement that can come only from a breeze starting somewhere in the country, far away, and
moving into the city while everyone is asleep, to freshen the air for morning.

He seemed to lose himself in contemplation of the scenery beyond the train window, but secretly
he was wishing direly that the woman would suddenly discover she had forgotten her suitcase or
find out she had no ticket or remember that she had left the bathtub running at home – anything,
to get her off the train at the first station, and out of Joe’s way.
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