A girl always remembers the first corpse she shaves. — Caitlin Doughty, Smoke Gets in Your Eyes: And Other Lessons from the Crematory
A girl always remembers the first corpse she shaves. — Caitlin Doughty, Smoke Gets in Your Eyes: And Other Lessons from the Crematory
A girl always remembers the first corpse she shaves. — Caitlin Doughty, Smoke Gets in Your Eyes: And Other Lessons from the Crematory
A girl always remembers the first corpse she shaves. — Caitlin Doughty, Smoke Gets in Your Eyes: And Other Lessons from the Crematory
A girl always remembers the first corpse she shaves. — Caitlin Doughty, Smoke Gets in Your Eyes: And Other Lessons from the Crematory
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A girl always remembers the first corpse she shaves.

— Caitlin Doughty, Smoke Gets in Your Eyes: And Other Lessons from the Crematory
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