Is this all there is to life? Will I never feel anything grander?
Snow White was a respectable 36-B, just enough to hook the prince without being tawdry.
I was the biographer of one woman, but I was also writing my own life.
Emotions she didn’t dare express out loud would appear at the end of her paintbrush.
She wanted to penetrate the shells in the way doctors would when performing a procedure on her.
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