“… I always kept quiet about this heavy load; a man wouldn’t have understood, and the women felt exactly the dams way as I did. And so we preferred to chat about clothes, friends and the theater and laugh, keeping our secret, consuming worry in our whereas. Each of us knew about it, and that’s why we never discussed it. That was the price we paid for our ability to love.”
Pg 57
— 17 hours, 58 min ago
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