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What she remembered was summer, inexactly: a feeling of being released from time, of days melting into days, until a whole series of them behind her could just be “then,” “before,” with more to come, and a grinning impulse to rush into them with her arms and her eyes and her heart wide open.
Don't Fear the Reaper (The Indian Lake Trilogy, #2)
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