I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn't se — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn't se — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn't se — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn't se — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn't se — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn't se — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn't se — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn't se — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn't se — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn't se — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn't se — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn't se — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn't se — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn't se — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn't se — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn't se — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn't se — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn't se — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn't se — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn't se — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn't se — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn't se — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn't se — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn't se — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn't se — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn't se — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn't se — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn't se — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn't se — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn't se — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.It didn't seem to be summer any more

— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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