Grandmother," Ruth admonished. "I would not have a man who could not at least understand me."
"And it looks like you might have finally fond one, heaven be praised."
Ruth began to grow irritated. "Grandmother, I wish you would have more faith in me."
"I do, dear; it's the men I worry about.

Debbie Viguié

Tag: pg-71

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It is the rarest thing...that gets preserved, that does not get erased, broken down, transformed.

Anthony Doerr

Tag: pg-71 memory-wall

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