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Words betrayed her: beautiful butterflies in her mind dead moths when she opened her mouth for their release into the world.

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Glen Duncan
Age: 59
Born: 1965
Born: October 17
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Glen A. Duncan
Saul Black
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Pain is beyond reason, an obliterating giant stupidity to which all your history of jokes and nuance and ideas and caresses is nothing, simply nothing.
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I'm in love, truly, madly, deeply in love with perception.
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This is love: You stop bothering about the universal, the general, get sucked instead into the local and particular: When will I see her again? What shall we do today? Do you like these shoes? Theory and reflection are delicate old uncles bustled out of the way by the boisterous nephews action and desire. Themes evaporate, only plot remains.
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Pain revealed the paltry dimensions of love. The paltry dimensions of everything, in fact, except pain.
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I'm an American. We're a people diseased with progress.
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