How quickly we damn ourselves when we start to talk, how small and inglorious we always sound. — Curtis Sittenfeld
How quickly we damn ourselves when we start to talk, how small and inglorious we always sound. — Curtis Sittenfeld
How quickly we damn ourselves when we start to talk, how small and inglorious we always sound. — Curtis Sittenfeld
How quickly we damn ourselves when we start to talk, how small and inglorious we always sound. — Curtis Sittenfeld
How quickly we damn ourselves when we start to talk, how small and inglorious we always sound. — Curtis Sittenfeld
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How quickly we damn ourselves when we start to talk, how small and inglorious we always sound.

— Curtis Sittenfeld
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