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Sep 14, 2008 19:10

Last week I read this aloud in my craft class, as an example of a sentence I love:

...and Lucien finally dies, rather a while after he's quit shuddering like a clubbed muskie and seemed to them to die, as he finally sheds his body's suit, Lucien finds his gut and throat again and newly whole, clean and unimpeded, and is free, catapulted home over ( Read more... )

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rachellll September 15 2008, 01:58:25 UTC
I know. I was really sad when I heard. And it definitely made me think of you, since I feel like you used to blog about him a lot. Why must so many genuises be so tortured?

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