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his cheeks pink with wine and 8:00 p.m. sun.
There were some things that you could not tell your family. She knew that truths, once spoken, had the power to return her to them.
Lost, she wondered what she was doing, and what, if anything, had ever given her a sense of satisfaction?
had been mouth-watering to be legitimate, discerning, to be a woman to which all worldly pleasures were available and her indulgence encouraged.
speeding, from one life to another. She was in the margins of her decisions, inhabiting the space in between. It felt oddly lonely, she noticed—or spacious, maybe—when there was enough room to spread out.
