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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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3 weeks, 5 days ago

too heavily in the direction of music and poetry

“Mama?” Sam ran around the house; the scooter rolled on the kitchen floor above my head. My heart shattered at the sound of their little voice. Whatever I had been doing to minimize this pain abruptly ended—I was desperate to see my child. But I couldn’t move. I was immobile, stricken. The transiti…

—p.141 All Fours by Miranda July
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3 weeks, 5 days ago

I don’t regret what I did

“It’s just being cleaned right now, if you can wait a few minutes.” Skip had handed me the receipt already and now gave me a look like, Is there anything else I can help you with. The couple also now looked at me. I opened my mouth to say something about the suite, about it really being mine—but it…

—p.134 by Miranda July
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3 weeks, 5 days ago

not so real that I couldn’t desire him

I lay with my head on his chest. He said he couldn’t believe this, that he was lying with his dream girl in his arms. I saw us lying like this for the rest of our lives, profoundly married to other people but always knowing we could return to our shared world. This was what I had always wanted; he …

—p.120 by Miranda July
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3 weeks, 5 days ago

if you were a French man

“Do you want to be with him instead of Harris?”

“No.” That was still easy and true. “He’s not a rock like that. I love him as my lover. I just want to dance with him, I don’t want to raise a child together.”

“So maybe it’s okay.”

“And fuck him. And kiss him. And lie in bed in his arms all …

—p.115 by Miranda July
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3 weeks, 5 days ago

in this Hertz on the Arcadia/Monrovia border

The next day he was busy when I arrived so I had to sit beside a customer in the row of connected chairs while he rented a car to a woman my age. I tried to figure out from her back if she was flirting with him. It made me crazy, other people around him; he gave himself so freely to these customers…

—p.106 by Miranda July