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Play Dead (DI Kim Stone, #4) Play Dead by Angela Marsons
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“It wasn’t armour she’d been born with. It had grown over her skin like a shield over the years, inch by inch, until she no longer knew how to take it off.”
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“resemblance to”
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“I mean, how can anyone hate the summer?”
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“Alzheimer’s,’ Vera clarified. Kim knew enough about the disease to understand why it was called ‘the long goodbye’. The cause was poorly understood, and she had read once that it was something to do with plaques and tangles in the brain. She also knew that there was no treatment to stop or reverse the disease’s progression.”
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“She squeezed her palms around the woman’s fingers and told herself over and over that she wasn’t going to die. That her breath would continue to come and that her heart would not explode right out of her body.”
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“No matter how you tried to outrun your past there were memories that refused to go away. And with the memories came the rush of emotions, as though it was yesterday.”
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“People visit and mean well. They bring me their grief, and I don’t need any more. A bit of it stays when they go. Another realisation of what the loss of my daughter means to someone else.”
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“The lazy smile had transformed his face. The humour in his mouth travelled up to his eyes and made them sparkle with challenge and danger. He locked his gaze with hers. Kim was unimpressed. Men who were truly dangerous did not need to advertise it. But she’d play along.”
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“Swimming alongside someone in the sea of misery was not helpful to a grieving person. It offered them nothing, no respite from the hollow feelings of loss. Share something funny, an example of their clumsiness, innocence, humour, naiveté. Offer the grief-stricken a memory to add to their own portfolio that would grow no more.”
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