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We don’t seem to be making each other very happy, I said.

That is a dangerous sentence. It’s penultimate—one more move and the world has changed. After I’d said it, everything stopped for a moment. It was a moment long enough for me to look both ways: back at all I’d hoped for from him and all the nights we’d spent in each other’s arms, and forward to nothing I knew—to nothing, in fact.

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— The Camera My Mother Gave Me / Susanna Kaysen

11:30 am  •  19 February 2012  •  14 notes