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I felt so good I thought I might faint.

quando a narradora é tão boa que você não sabe sua opinião sobre o livro

I mean, love is basically a drug, right? Without love and trust, resentment is the only thing that’s left. a man can never understand what really matters to a woman. Ever. When you say this sort of thing, people are quick to call you narrow-minded, or say you’ve never known true love or whatever. They say you can’t lump all men together like that, but sadly it’s just the truth.

‘What’s a father, anyway?’

It’s not that I want a child. I don’t want them, I don’t want to have them. I want to meet them. My child. I want to meet my child and live with them.

and her collarbones were so pronounced you could’ve hooked your finger on them. How can being held explain so much about the other person’s body? All I could be sure of was the thinness of her shoulders, the look of her eyes through the mirror, the color of the light. If I tried to delve below the surface, my thoughts dispersed.

it’s just like my life in a way

who would be young and melancholy for eternity?

My throat was dry, and my head was aching. I drank several glasses of mugicha and took another shower. Then I got ready for bed and slipped between the covers, but my mind was somewhere else. I couldn’t fall asleep. I got up several times to go to the bathroom. The uneaten spaghetti hardened on the plate. ser mulher