"She was extending a hand that I didn't know how to take, so I broke its fingers with my silence." -Jonathan Safran Foer
"'I don't want to lose you.' His voice almost a whisper. Seeing his haggard expression, she took his hand and squeezed it, then reluctantly let it go. She could feel the tears again, and she fought them back. 'But you don't want to keep me, either, do you?' To that, he had no response."
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This.
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