Who could not be superstitious, sentimental, and impractical around matters of death?
“It wasn’t that I wanted to be thinner; I didn’t want a body at all.”
“As my feelings for R. grow, I find excuses to touch him, to mark him as my own.”
“Hair, and what is done to it and by whom, is never really trivial.”
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