By then there had been other men. She'd flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, a — Rebecca Makkai, The Hundred-Year House
By then there had been other men. She'd flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, a — Rebecca Makkai, The Hundred-Year House
By then there had been other men. She'd flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, a — Rebecca Makkai, The Hundred-Year House
By then there had been other men. She'd flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, a — Rebecca Makkai, The Hundred-Year House
By then there had been other men. She'd flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, a — Rebecca Makkai, The Hundred-Year House
By then there had been other men. She'd flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, a — Rebecca Makkai, The Hundred-Year House
By then there had been other men. She'd flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, a — Rebecca Makkai, The Hundred-Year House
By then there had been other men. She'd flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, a — Rebecca Makkai, The Hundred-Year House
By then there had been other men. She'd flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, a — Rebecca Makkai, The Hundred-Year House
By then there had been other men. She'd flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, a — Rebecca Makkai, The Hundred-Year House
By then there had been other men. She'd flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, a — Rebecca Makkai, The Hundred-Year House
By then there had been other men. She'd flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, a — Rebecca Makkai, The Hundred-Year House
By then there had been other men. She'd flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, a — Rebecca Makkai, The Hundred-Year House
By then there had been other men. She'd flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, a — Rebecca Makkai, The Hundred-Year House
By then there had been other men. She'd flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, a — Rebecca Makkai, The Hundred-Year House
By then there had been other men. She'd flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, a — Rebecca Makkai, The Hundred-Year House
By then there had been other men. She'd flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, a — Rebecca Makkai, The Hundred-Year House
By then there had been other men. She'd flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, a — Rebecca Makkai, The Hundred-Year House
By then there had been other men. She'd flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, a — Rebecca Makkai, The Hundred-Year House
By then there had been other men. She'd flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, a — Rebecca Makkai, The Hundred-Year House
By then there had been other men. She'd flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, a — Rebecca Makkai, The Hundred-Year House
By then there had been other men. She'd flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, a — Rebecca Makkai, The Hundred-Year House
By then there had been other men. She'd flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, a — Rebecca Makkai, The Hundred-Year House
By then there had been other men. She'd flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, a — Rebecca Makkai, The Hundred-Year House
By then there had been other men. She'd flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, a — Rebecca Makkai, The Hundred-Year House
By then there had been other men. She'd flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, a — Rebecca Makkai, The Hundred-Year House
By then there had been other men. She'd flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, a — Rebecca Makkai, The Hundred-Year House
By then there had been other men. She'd flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, a — Rebecca Makkai, The Hundred-Year House
By then there had been other men. She'd flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, a — Rebecca Makkai, The Hundred-Year House
By then there had been other men. She'd flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, a — Rebecca Makkai, The Hundred-Year House
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By then there had been other men. She'd flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, at the end, was in splinters.

— Rebecca Makkai, The Hundred-Year House
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