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My Bell Jar
fallen from the fig tree
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
extremely loud and incredibly close
“She let out a laugh, and then she put her hand over her mouth, like she was angry at herself for forgetting her sadness.” -J.S. Foer
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“She let out a laugh, and then she put her hand over her mouth, like she was angry at herself for forgetting her sadness.” -J.S. Foer
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