Each time my name was said... «The Lovely Bones»

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  Spade

  3 июня 2014

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  Each time my name was said by these strangers it felt like a pinprick. It was not the pleasant sensation that it could be when my father said it or when Ruth wrote it in her journal. It was the sensation of being simultaneously resurrected and buried within the same breath.

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