Donna Tartt

Every new event – everything I did for the rest of my life – would only separate us more and more: days she was n longer a part of, an ever-growing distance between us. Every single day for the rest of my life, she would only be further away.

Every new event – everything I did for the rest of my life – would only separate us more and more: days she was n longer a part of, an ever-growing distance between us. Every single day for the rest of my life, she would only be further away.

– Donna Tartt –

The Goldfinch

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