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This is a personal project by @dellsystem. I built this to help me retain information from the books I'm reading.

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1 year, 3 months ago

she looked at him with an expression of total faith

A memory skittered through him, how he’d been brushing his teeth with the bathroom door open one morning and in the mirror he’d seen Jess lift his work shirt out of the hamper and press it to her face. He was about to ask what she was doing, when it hit him. He tried to never mention Emma at home, …

—p.54 The Half Moon by Mary Beth Keane
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it was awfully tempting but she was a good girl

[...] The guys came in for extra security on big nights, and Jess had a memory of the one called the Grog hitting on her even though she was newly married to Malcolm, who was twenty feet away. Pleasantly buzzed, she was waiting for the bathroom, leaning against the wall. She closed her eyes for a m…

—p.41 by Mary Beth Keane
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they’d go right back to the way they were before

He thought, at first, they’d go right back to the way they were before. He thought she’d start stopping by the bar again, to surprise him. He thought she’d start grinning at him again, looking at him like she knew a juicy secret. It’ll take a while, he told himself, have patience. But then she was …

—p.25 by Mary Beth Keane
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1 year, 3 months ago

but middle age was looming

Roddy was wiping down the bar. What a night it had been. If Malcolm could capture lightning in a bottle every time, he’d be okay. But if he couldn’t, what then? He couldn’t operate a place that was only half-full three nights a week. He was forty-five years old and he’d never had any other job. And…

—p.22 by Mary Beth Keane
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he learned how to talk to anyone

He’d been working at the Half Moon for twenty-four years when he bought the place, knew it better than even his childhood home. He knew the smell of it, the way the light looked at different times of year, in different weather. It was at the Half Moon that he learned how to fix a running toilet, ho…

—p.13 by Mary Beth Keane