File under, "damn, gina..."
When I finished it, I felt like the wind was knocked out of my chest.
(Once again, if you haven't started reading her, then you're a fool, and there's nothing I can do for you.)
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"And I am a writer, writer of fictions / I am the heart that you call home / And I've written pages upon pages / trying to rid you from my bones..." -- "The Engine Driver" by The Decemberists
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