She's thirty-four years old. In fifty, sixty years, she'll be dead, and everything reminds her of this fact but him. Wit — David James Poissant, The Heaven of Animals: Stories

She's thirty-four years old. In fifty, sixty years, she'll be dead, and everything reminds her of this fact but him. Wit — David James Poissant, The Heaven of Animals: Stories

She's thirty-four years old. In fifty, sixty years, she'll be dead, and everything reminds her of this fact but him. Wit — David James Poissant, The Heaven of Animals: Stories

She's thirty-four years old. In fifty, sixty years, she'll be dead, and everything reminds her of this fact but him. Wit — David James Poissant, The Heaven of Animals: Stories

She's thirty-four years old. In fifty, sixty years, she'll be dead, and everything reminds her of this fact but him. Wit — David James Poissant, The Heaven of Animals: Stories

She's thirty-four years old. In fifty, sixty years, she'll be dead, and everything reminds her of this fact but him. With Arnie, she imagines she might live forever.

— David James Poissant, The Heaven of Animals: Stories

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