Meshuga
Tangled hair, freckled face and tousled clothes. She leans on the edge of her chair, peering into the distance; ahead of her stand endless worlds to explore.
A blog about a girl whose passions carry her away.
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I have a lover! I have a lover!” she kept repeating to herself, reveling in the thought as though she were beginning a second puberty. - Flaubert, Madame BovaryFirst few pages of Tom Perrotta’s “Little Children”, so far I feel like the protagonist is speaking to me.
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