For was that all, she thought bleakly, that love ever was? Something that saved one from loneliness? A sort of insurance policy against not counting?
I barely knew I had skin before I met you.
Your twisting is done--you have the last thread of my heart. I wonder: when the thread grows slack, will you feel it?
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