For the rest of the day, they worked side by side in silence with a renewed love that passed between them that needed no reassurance of its existence...

For the rest of the day, they worked side by side in silence with a renewed love that passed between them that needed no reassurance of its existence...
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Where can a girl go, but to a husband’s home? Somewhere in cities, impractical idiots dream of a revolution—our own land, our own country—but here in the village, there are only mountains and marriage.
“I can’t believe you would write about something like that,” my sister said. She had called our house, it was pure luck that my mother happened to be out.
Blue in action was a matter of life or death, and you avoided it at all costs, not jump into it like Chikara unless you wanted to die.
she was the first boy I had ever kissed and I wanted to be kissing a boy but I wanted so badly to be a girl while doing it
Our collective moisture and heat condensating in the sky, the first cycle of a dynamic and unpredictable climate in this new home: the end of her quest.