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"She is a friend of my mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It's good, you know, when you got a woman who's a friend of your mind."
--Beloved
okay...so maybe reading/thinking about this book for millions of hours over the past week has turned me into kind of a loser. but for some reason, every time i read that again i want to cry a little bit more.
p.s.--i hate the month of january.