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[lulu_the_turk]

He had had too many nights alone. Once he had enjoyed being alone. Now it was hard to be alone. He couldn't read any more, or, write, at night. Books he tossed aside after nervously flipping through them; the writing he tried to do turned into spirals and circles and squares and empty faces.--James Thurber

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[selimsivad]

I approve.