But then he returned and our life went on. Three days gone. A week. I measured the time in the faint waning of my consci — Sue Miller, While I Was Gone
But then he returned and our life went on. Three days gone. A week. I measured the time in the faint waning of my consci — Sue Miller, While I Was Gone
But then he returned and our life went on. Three days gone. A week. I measured the time in the faint waning of my consci — Sue Miller, While I Was Gone
But then he returned and our life went on. Three days gone. A week. I measured the time in the faint waning of my consci — Sue Miller, While I Was Gone
But then he returned and our life went on. Three days gone. A week. I measured the time in the faint waning of my consci — Sue Miller, While I Was Gone
But then he returned and our life went on. Three days gone. A week. I measured the time in the faint waning of my consci — Sue Miller, While I Was Gone
But then he returned and our life went on. Three days gone. A week. I measured the time in the faint waning of my consci — Sue Miller, While I Was Gone
But then he returned and our life went on. Three days gone. A week. I measured the time in the faint waning of my consci — Sue Miller, While I Was Gone
But then he returned and our life went on. Three days gone. A week. I measured the time in the faint waning of my consci — Sue Miller, While I Was Gone
But then he returned and our life went on. Three days gone. A week. I measured the time in the faint waning of my consci — Sue Miller, While I Was Gone
But then he returned and our life went on. Three days gone. A week. I measured the time in the faint waning of my consci — Sue Miller, While I Was Gone
But then he returned and our life went on. Three days gone. A week. I measured the time in the faint waning of my consci — Sue Miller, While I Was Gone
But then he returned and our life went on. Three days gone. A week. I measured the time in the faint waning of my consci — Sue Miller, While I Was Gone
But then he returned and our life went on. Three days gone. A week. I measured the time in the faint waning of my consci — Sue Miller, While I Was Gone
But then he returned and our life went on. Three days gone. A week. I measured the time in the faint waning of my consci — Sue Miller, While I Was Gone
But then he returned and our life went on. Three days gone. A week. I measured the time in the faint waning of my consci — Sue Miller, While I Was Gone
But then he returned and our life went on. Three days gone. A week. I measured the time in the faint waning of my consci — Sue Miller, While I Was Gone
But then he returned and our life went on. Three days gone. A week. I measured the time in the faint waning of my consci — Sue Miller, While I Was Gone
But then he returned and our life went on. Three days gone. A week. I measured the time in the faint waning of my consci — Sue Miller, While I Was Gone
But then he returned and our life went on. Three days gone. A week. I measured the time in the faint waning of my consci — Sue Miller, While I Was Gone
But then he returned and our life went on. Three days gone. A week. I measured the time in the faint waning of my consci — Sue Miller, While I Was Gone
But then he returned and our life went on. Three days gone. A week. I measured the time in the faint waning of my consci — Sue Miller, While I Was Gone
But then he returned and our life went on. Three days gone. A week. I measured the time in the faint waning of my consci — Sue Miller, While I Was Gone
But then he returned and our life went on. Three days gone. A week. I measured the time in the faint waning of my consci — Sue Miller, While I Was Gone
But then he returned and our life went on. Three days gone. A week. I measured the time in the faint waning of my consci — Sue Miller, While I Was Gone
But then he returned and our life went on. Three days gone. A week. I measured the time in the faint waning of my consci — Sue Miller, While I Was Gone
But then he returned and our life went on. Three days gone. A week. I measured the time in the faint waning of my consci — Sue Miller, While I Was Gone
But then he returned and our life went on. Three days gone. A week. I measured the time in the faint waning of my consci — Sue Miller, While I Was Gone
But then he returned and our life went on. Three days gone. A week. I measured the time in the faint waning of my consci — Sue Miller, While I Was Gone
But then he returned and our life went on. Three days gone. A week. I measured the time in the faint waning of my consci — Sue Miller, While I Was Gone
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But then he returned and our life went on. Three days gone. A week. I measured the time in the faint waning of my consciousness of my misery, and wondered if this would one day be enough: simply not to be consciously miserable anymore.

— Sue Miller, While I Was Gone
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