Of all the rash and midnight promises made in the name of love none, Boone now knew, was more certain to be broken than: "I'll never leave you."
Cabal, Clive Barker
Let's sing about the man there
at the breakfast table
brown skin, thin features, white T,
his olive hands making endless circles
in the classifieds
"wanted" "wanted" "wanted"
small jobs little money
but you have to start somewhere.
Sharp Teeth, Toby Barlow
I don't believe in God, but I miss him.
Nothing to be Frightened Of, Julian Barnes
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