you know me, I just love a good book about complicated female friendships that deal with the questions of what is considered good and evil by ourselves but how that view is informed by the communities we live in and love but also deeply resent … hmm..

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“Dying. Just like me. But the difference is they dying like a stump. Me, I'm going down like one of those red- woods. I sure did live in this world."

"Really? What have you got to show for it?”

"Show? To who? Girl, I got my mind. And what goes on in it. Which is to say, I got me."

"Lonely, ain't it?"

"Yes. But my lonely is mine. Now your lonely is somebody else's. Made by somebody else and handed to you. Ain't that something? A secondhand lonely.”

oof.