Wednesday, September 1, 2010
The bruises are aching with healing.
I feel happiness that I'd forgotten the feel of. On his side of the bed there is a him-shaped hollow. I rolled into it, the cosiest place on earth. I twitched open the curtain with my toe. A sulky sky, not worth getting up for yet
David Mitchell.Ghostwritten.
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