Twink's Wedding |
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My own baby sister's best friend is married , now Time was I would have envied her. Watching Jessie wander about from room to room I suspect she does, whatever she says Slavery, some call it Nothing so dramatic, I think--just a loss of everything, these sharp-edged books the way the air cools at night and drifts in through the curtains and there is no one breathing this air but me Marriage: a house permanently too full
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