There was something brittle about her, and he feared she would snap apart at the slightest touch; she had thrown herself — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
There was something brittle about her, and he feared she would snap apart at the slightest touch; she had thrown herself — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
There was something brittle about her, and he feared she would snap apart at the slightest touch; she had thrown herself — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
There was something brittle about her, and he feared she would snap apart at the slightest touch; she had thrown herself — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
There was something brittle about her, and he feared she would snap apart at the slightest touch; she had thrown herself — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
There was something brittle about her, and he feared she would snap apart at the slightest touch; she had thrown herself — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
There was something brittle about her, and he feared she would snap apart at the slightest touch; she had thrown herself — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
There was something brittle about her, and he feared she would snap apart at the slightest touch; she had thrown herself — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
There was something brittle about her, and he feared she would snap apart at the slightest touch; she had thrown herself — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
There was something brittle about her, and he feared she would snap apart at the slightest touch; she had thrown herself — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
There was something brittle about her, and he feared she would snap apart at the slightest touch; she had thrown herself — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
There was something brittle about her, and he feared she would snap apart at the slightest touch; she had thrown herself — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
There was something brittle about her, and he feared she would snap apart at the slightest touch; she had thrown herself — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
There was something brittle about her, and he feared she would snap apart at the slightest touch; she had thrown herself — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
There was something brittle about her, and he feared she would snap apart at the slightest touch; she had thrown herself — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
There was something brittle about her, and he feared she would snap apart at the slightest touch; she had thrown herself — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
There was something brittle about her, and he feared she would snap apart at the slightest touch; she had thrown herself — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
There was something brittle about her, and he feared she would snap apart at the slightest touch; she had thrown herself — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
There was something brittle about her, and he feared she would snap apart at the slightest touch; she had thrown herself — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
There was something brittle about her, and he feared she would snap apart at the slightest touch; she had thrown herself — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
There was something brittle about her, and he feared she would snap apart at the slightest touch; she had thrown herself — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
There was something brittle about her, and he feared she would snap apart at the slightest touch; she had thrown herself — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
There was something brittle about her, and he feared she would snap apart at the slightest touch; she had thrown herself — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
There was something brittle about her, and he feared she would snap apart at the slightest touch; she had thrown herself — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
There was something brittle about her, and he feared she would snap apart at the slightest touch; she had thrown herself — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
There was something brittle about her, and he feared she would snap apart at the slightest touch; she had thrown herself — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
There was something brittle about her, and he feared she would snap apart at the slightest touch; she had thrown herself — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
There was something brittle about her, and he feared she would snap apart at the slightest touch; she had thrown herself — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
There was something brittle about her, and he feared she would snap apart at the slightest touch; she had thrown herself — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
There was something brittle about her, and he feared she would snap apart at the slightest touch; she had thrown herself — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
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There was something brittle about her, and he feared she would snap apart at the slightest touch; she had thrown herself so fiercely into this, the erasing of memory, that it would destroy her.

— Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
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