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I was made to live on a beach and not wear many clothes.

"Your Rorschach was frankly appalling," [the doctor] told Jim immediately. You saw fifty-two vaginas."

Wanting to be close so badly, they missed it, passed it somewhere, and began to move toward sex, hoping it would make them close.

She wanted him to be unique and irreplaceable, the only man she could care about, someone who could hold her. Any yet the moment she thought it she knew it wouldn’t be so.

I keep wishing I were a book, so he'd look at me.

She would have welcomed the fever, but it didn't come. Her skin might have been dead, her nerves disconnected.

He was no good at hiding delight.

He looked at her constantly, and yet, she began to realize, he was blind to her. His vision of her was not her at all.

He smelled dry, of the sun.

He smelled dry, of the sun.