Asty Annisawati

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Vaguely, as if looking through a glass window at changes happening to someone else, I could detect a minute shift in gravity and a gradual sloughing off of something that had clung to me. Something inside me was severed, and disappeared. Silently. Forever.
Asty Annisawati
Dude this looks scary
South of the Border, West of the Sun: A Novel (Vintage International)
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