When we got to the grave and they lowered the empty coffin, you let out a noise like an animal. I had never heard anything like it. You were a wounded animal. The noise is still in my ears. It was what I had spent forty years looking for, what I wanted my life and life story to be.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close - Pg 232
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