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The only sheets I'll ever long for are my own. ↗

— David Hewson

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It´s like watching someone do a triple backflip dismount and land on two feet, solid, arms splayed in the air. I know I could never do it, don´t even know where I would begin to learn, but some people are built for it. He was handcrafted to leave, had practiced on other women since adolescence. I was one of an unnumbered series. ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

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He announces that lately he keeps losing things. "Like your wife and child," I want to say, but don´t. At fourty, I´ve learned not to say everything clever, not to score every point. ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

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It´s a little song about abandonment, and it goes something like this.... ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

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Take me now, God!" I shout to the inky sky. "I´m ready." "You´re not ready. You´re not even divorced yet," Bunny says. "You cannot die married to that man. ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

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I am not ready to think of him as either insane or evil, to consider in full how I could love and have a child with such a person. I am not ready to think about anything, except ways in which this may still be averted. ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

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I travel back in time, falling back into what I know for certain, the historical data I cling to in order to not go mad, not assume I made a suicidal and well-informed error in marrying this man. ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

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I played possum. I did this, as the possum does, out of fear. ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

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I feel angry but not homocidal; this may be unlooked-for progress. ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

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I should have known then it wasn´t nothing, as he called it. But I was eight months pregnant. No sense closing the barn door now, or so I thought. I swallowed the nothing, straightaway after the usual tears and denial. ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

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