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they kissed right there in the water

And seeing no way out of it, he leapt in ahead, like diving through a sheet of glass, such a terrible, crushing cold, but he beat her in at least, though Faith was right behind him. Wolf thought he would die for sure but he kept on swimming, he’d be damned if he was going to look like a coward in f…

—p.195 The Invisible Circus by Jennifer Egan
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Faith and I were like thieves

“Don’t get me wrong, I was in love with her,” Wolf said. “Crazy about her, absolutely crazy. I don’t expect I’ll ever, ever feel that way about someone again. Jesus God, I hope not.”

He squatted at the water’s edge. Phoebe sat hunched on the grass, chin on her knees. “What about Carla?” she said…

—p.193 by Jennifer Egan
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feeling like nothing could ever go wrong

“Do you think you used to be arrogant?” Phoebe asked.

Wolf laughed. “Probably,” he said. “Did I seem it?”

“I’m not sure.”

Wolf grew thoughtful. “When I think of that time,” he said, “what I remember most was feeling like nothing could ever go wrong for me.” He turned to Phoebe with a hard …

—p.185 by Jennifer Egan
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the white trees spilled their blossoms heedlessly inspo/setting

Phoebe noticed Wolf looking at her often now, as if his wonderment at her presence had sharpened with the hours. “Goddamn, this life is strange,” he said when they reached the street where his building stood.

“But good,” Phoebe said. “Right?”

Overhead, the white trees spilled their blossoms h…

—p.180 by Jennifer Egan
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this ended up being my life

Phoebe sensed from Wolf’s expression that she’d given something away, that he saw her differently now. But her impression of Wolf had shifted, too; he was a man who had nearly recovered from something. His diminished size seemed part of this evolution, as if growing older had been, for Wolf, a matt…

—p.179 by Jennifer Egan