Winter 2012
My sister’s fever wasn’t gone at all, but dazzling— suspended over us.
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Writing to you is like putting a note in a bottle, hoping it will reach Japan.
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Charlie wasn’t Lena’s first love, but he counted on being her last.
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You’re feminist? Neither one of you. You just like getting into fights.
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A world of adventure awaited, a world of beautiful, available women.
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Chess was a humiliation that hung over him like a leper’s bell.
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Time, now more than ever, is of the essence. Time is all there is.
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