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3 years, 7 months ago

my little tithe of unnecessary pain

Examples are easy enough to list. I ran cross-country for all four years of high school. I wasn’t good at it, I didn’t get along with my teammates, and I found almost every moment of every race or practice excruciating. (I was still a fundamentalist Baptist at that point and wondered, during races,…

—p.19 How to Be Normal How To Be a Man (17) by Phil Christman
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3 years, 7 months ago

our only home is each other

There is no future in normalcy, in our little attempts that we make at building a home in this world from statistics and routines and habits. Our only home is each other.

—p.15 How To Be Normal (11) by Phil Christman
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felt a window fall open inside her despite everything

She waited by the door while he checked his pockets. Now that they were two people in coats and hats, she felt calmer. When he joined her at the door, she smiled up at him, relieved. He held her chin in his fingers and gave her a perfunctory kiss—a kiss goodbye—before unbolting the door. Then he ki…

—p.240 Manhattan Beach by Jennifer Egan
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a girl who was not silly

Dexter cracked the car window and let the winter wind rake his face. An intelligent person sat beside him, a girl who was not silly, who would understand whatever he gave her to understand, who intrigued him through some combination of physical attributes and mental toughness, but really it was the…

—p.235 by Jennifer Egan
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she had the Bascombe she wanted.

Most nights, a girl with thin blond hair awaited Bascombe outside the Sands Street gate. Anna gleaned from his conversation with the other divers that she was his fiancée, Ruby, whom he’d met after arriving in Brooklyn last summer. For a Brooklyn girl, Ruby was bizarrely ill-equipped for winter, sh…

—p.214 by Jennifer Egan