We none of us wanted a palace: we liked this humming little hell-hole with its atrophied rules and characters, its ogres and mascots. Alan Hollinghurst
The Folding Star
Feeling Alone. Again. Eating Thanksgiving dinner leftovers for the third time in a row. The meal that was leftovers all its life. It was never a proper meal. With friends and family and love and joy. And all that.
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