Every new event - everything I did for the rest of my life - would only separate us more and more: days she was n longer — Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
Every new event - everything I did for the rest of my life - would only separate us more and more: days she was n longer — Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
Every new event - everything I did for the rest of my life - would only separate us more and more: days she was n longer — Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
Every new event - everything I did for the rest of my life - would only separate us more and more: days she was n longer — Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
Every new event - everything I did for the rest of my life - would only separate us more and more: days she was n longer — Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
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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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