Gillian Flynn Quote

His fingers tugged at the towel. I held tight to it, hard as a dishrag on my breasts, and shook my head.What's this? he whispered into my ear.This is the unforgiving light of morning, I whispered back. Time to drop the illusion.What illusion?That anything can be okay, I said, and kissed his cheek.

Gillian Flynn

His fingers tugged at the towel. I held tight to it, hard as a dishrag on my breasts, and shook my head.What's this? he whispered into my ear.This is the unforgiving light of morning, I whispered back. Time to drop the illusion.What illusion?That anything can be okay, I said, and kissed his cheek.

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