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It sounded rehearsed, a phrase he'd assembled around his real feelings like a screen
[...] she had the kind of beauty that people write songs about and occasionally commit suicide over
I was new to champagne, but as soon as I tasted it, spark after golden spark, I thought, well, there's magic in this water
Nobody ever warned me about mirrors, so for many years I was fond of them, and belived them to be trustworthy