His brows have grown so bushy that if she were still his wife, she decides, she would insist that he deal with them--somehow. If necessary, she would cut them herself, in his sleep. She finds it ridiculous the way they trail down over his eyes, so one has to look at him as though through an upside-down, overgrown hedge. She wouldn't be able to live with them, she's sure. For a moment, she is sure. But then something else occurs to her. Maybe she would love them, she things. If she still loved him. Maybe she would want him as he is.
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Tuesday, November 11, 2014
If I Loved You, I Would Tell You This - Pg 65 : Immortalizing John Parker
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