July 2012
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My word on wearing capris:
No.
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Eleven months
practically feels like an age, but a fleeting one. Eleven months is an abject amount of time for two people (to be married in six weeks) to spend apart. It’s enough to make me want to beat anyone in the shins who has gall enough to quote Steinbeck to me, something about how great and precious loneliness is. Sitting in the dark, passing time like a tongueless wraith. That is loneliness....
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I don’t trust anybody’s nostalgia but my own. Nostalgia is a product of...
– Don Delillo, White Noise
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