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Jun 27, 2011 14:21

Still, it was funny, the way things went. It was funny the way that once things were finally, finally over, she remembered things she had forgotten up until then. It was funny the way that the sound of his voice could still invade her dreams.

It was funny with the sort of funniness that made her say "oh.. yes," with a sort of puzzled sadness if someone were to mention it, as though she could not be quite sure how it came to be that on one day he loved her and on another day, very like the first in all other respects, he did not.
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