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Work isn’t meaningful just because you spend your life doing it.”
young men who gave their mustaches more care than their morality;
She could explain advanced calculus to her fifth-form algebra teacher but couldn’t tell a joke to a boy at lunch.
Fact was indistinguishable from hearsay, so all was believed and all was disbelieved and all were right.
This is how you will survive, she told herself. You will turn the holes in your life into storage space.
Those two and a half kilograms righted her, turned her vantage to a future kinder than experience had taught her to expect.
he had shushed what might have been her good-bye so that she could breathe.
Khassan was in love, and thus capable of infinite hate.
She was harder to pin down than the last pickle in the jar.
Perhaps our deepest love is already inscribed within us, so its object doesn’t create a new word but instead allows us to read the one written.
