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Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…

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I knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me,
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You’re the perfect girl’, he said, rubbing his chin. ‘You expect nothing.
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My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.
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With my hand in his, I looked at all the apartment buildings with rushes of love, peering in the wide streetside windows that revealed living rooms painted in dark burgandies and matte reds.
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It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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Light is good company, when alone; I took my comfort where I found it, and the warmest yellow bulb in the living-room lamp had become a kind of radiant babysitter all its own.
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This is why everyone who eats a Whopper leaves a little more depressed than they were when they came in. Nobody cooked that burger.
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I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
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It was a fleeting statement, one I didn’t think she’d hold on to; after all, she had birthed us alone, diapered and fed us, helped us with homework, kissed and hugged us, poured her love into us.
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I admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.
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Listen. Look. Desire is a house. Desire needs closed space. Desire runs out of doors or windows, or slats or pinpricks, it can’t fit under the sky, too large. Close the doors. Close the windows.
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It is all about numbers. It is all about sequence. It’s the mathematical logic of being alive.
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I’m obsessed with adolescence. I love to write about people in their 20s.
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But what I kept wondering about is this: that first second when she felt her skirt burning, what did she think?
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I like birthday cake. It’s so symbolic. It’s a tempting symbol to load with something more complicated than just ‘Happy birthday!’ because it’s this emblem of childhood and a happy day.
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I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.
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