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"His neck was not the kind of neck that kept thoughts dormant."

What the hell kind of description of a cab driver is this? Really irritated by the author at this point of the novel where the rambling gets too rambly.

In 1980 weed was called grass and electric typewriters were hummingly exciting.

"It had taken him years to convince her that it was better to voice her hurt or anger instead of swallowing it silently. She had learned to express her feelings, but now she sometimes wished she'd never left the safe dignity of silence."