Page 112 of The Lovely Bones. Deceased Lindsay Salmon on her surviving friend, Ray Singh.
"He came to realize something as he stared at my photo-that it was not me. I was in the air around him, I was in the cold mornings he now had with Ruth, I was in the quiet time he spent alone between studying."
I hope this is true, you big teet.
posted by M.Jazz @ 1:47 PM
To be concise, I can't feel something without describing it. Probably, this is due to some sort of traumatic experience I had in the womb. I hate the expression, "She wears her heart on her sleeve." It makes the subject sound weak and whiny. I concede that I am both of these things, but I don't like to come right out and say it...mostly because I'm an arrogant fool. I'd rather refer to myself as effusive. If you'll sit a while and read, I'm sure you'll agree.
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