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All day she had the sense of having a piece of yellow-colored candy, maybe butterscotch, tucked inside the back crevices of her mouth, and she knew that this private sweetness came from Lucy Barton’s memoir.
This was the skin that protected you from the world—this loving of another person you shared your life with.
She came to understand that people had to decide, really, how they were going to live.