“The first night I spent in Patrick's room, with the windows rattling against the icy air, I lay on the floor at one end of his room, where the sound of my teeth chattering filled the gaps between the haunting wails of blistering gusts of wind that tambourined while finding their way around thin panes of glass moving in heavy wooden frames, and I happily listened to the steady rise and fall of him slowly snoring at the other end.”
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T Lilly,
An Immovable Object: Unstoppable Forces