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"If I die," she told me, "burn these notebooks. Douse them in kerosene and let them burn till ash, then bury them. I'd never forgive you if one word remained."
"But I'm the one who's been sleeping with you. I pretty much know every inch of your body. What's there to be ashamed of in this late date?"
"Body cells replace themselves every month. Even at this very moment," she said, thrusting a skinny back of her hand before my eyes. "Most of everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories."