“Love had seemed so final, and so dull-love was what ruined our parents. Love had delivered them to a life of mortgage payments and house-hold repairs; to unglamorous jobs and the fluorescent aisles of a supermarket at two in the afternoon. We’d hoped for a different kind, love that knew and forgave our human frailty but did not miniaturize our
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