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When two people are meant to be together, they will be together. It's fate.
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sara gruen |
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With a secret like that, at some point the secret itself becomes irrelevant. The fact that you kept it does not.
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truth
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Sara Gruen |
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e69353f
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I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin. I want.
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want
obsession
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Sara Gruen |
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dd0b3d6
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Life is the most spectacular show on earth
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Sara Gruen |
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c0dc10b
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Keeping up the appearance of having all your marbles is hard work, but important.
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Sara Gruen |
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73b66f0
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When will people learn that just because you can make something doesn't mean you should?
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witty
satire
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Sara Gruen |
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6c0959d
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The more distressing the memory, the more persistent it's presence.
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Sara Gruen |
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9dfccfe
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Dear God. Not only am I unemployed and homeless, but I also have a pregnant woman, bereaved dog, elephant, and eleven horses to take care of.
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Sara Gruen |
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766dd96
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Even as your body betrays you, your mind denies it.
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mind
life
truth
denial
body
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Sara Gruen |
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16c3ba0
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Is where you're from the place you're leaving or where you have roots?
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Sara Gruen |
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ab7ba29
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if you expect people to try to do things your way, you're going to have to give some hints as to what that way is.
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Sara Gruen |
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b232779
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I stroke her lightly, memorizing her body. I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin. I lie motionless, savoring the feeling of her body against mine. I'm afraid to breathe in case I break the spell.
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Sara Gruen |
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5adf440
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Although there are times I'd give anything to have her back, I'm glad she went first. Losing her was like being cleft down the middle. It was the moment it all ended for me, and I wouldn't have wanted her to go through that.
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Sara Gruen |
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f1d2351
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Why the hell shouldn't I run away with the circus?
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Sara Gruen |
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32d4902
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It's just a crazy damned life, that's all ...
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Sara Gruen |
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84d9f5a
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Being the survivor stinks.
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Sara Gruen |
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64aa165
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Sometimes I think if I had to choose between an ear of corn or making love to a woman, I'd choose the corn.
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Sara Gruen |
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4afed81
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i meant what i said, and i said what i meant.
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water-for-elephants
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Sara Gruen |
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12eccab
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The whole thing's illusion, [Jacob], and there's nothing wrong with that. It's what people want from us. It's what they expect.
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illusion
sarah-gruen
water-for-elephants
expect
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sara gruen |
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2ee8f2e
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Afterward, I curl around her. We lie in silence until darkness falls, and then, haltingly, she begins to talk...She speaks without need or even room for response, so I simply hold her and stroke her hair. She talks of the pain, grief, and horror of the past four years; of learning to cope with being the wife of a man so violent and unpredictable his touch made her skin crawl and of thinking, until quite recently, that she'd finally managed ..
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Sara Gruen |
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c2735cc
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I roll onto my side and stare out the venetian blinds at the blue sky beyond. After a few minutes I'm lulled into a sort of peace. The sky, the sky--same as it always was.
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Sara Gruen |
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b8baf36
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Afterward she lies nestled against me, her hair tickling my face. I stroke her lightly, memorizing her body. I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.
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love
touch
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Sara Gruen |
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e103c85
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I open the orangutan's door and set a pan of fruits, vegetables, and nuts on the floor. As I close it, her long arm reaches through the bars. She points at an orange in another pan. 'That? You want that?' She continues to point, blinking at me with close-set eyes. Her features are concave, her face a wide platter fringed with red hair. She's the most outrageous and beautiful thing I've ever seen. 'Here,' I say, handing her the orange. 'Y..
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Sara Gruen |
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b999444
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I stare at her for a long moment. I want to kiss her. I want to kiss her more than I've ever wanted anything in my life.
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Sara Gruen |
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167a81a
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What else do I have to offer? Nothing happens to me anymore. That's the reality of getting old, and I guess that's really the crux of the matter. I'm not ready to be old yet.
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life
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Sara Gruen |
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e312ca4
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Sometimes when you get older -- and I'm not talking about you, I'm talking generally, because everyone ages differently -- things you think on and wish on start to seem real. And then you believe them, and before you know it they're part of your history, and if someone challenges you on them and says they're not true -- why, then you get offended because you can't remember the first part. All you know is that you've been called a liar.
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Sara Gruen |
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06a3287
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I look after those who look after me." He smacks his lips, stares at me, and adds, "I also look after those who don't." - Sara Gruen (Water for Elephants)"
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Sara Gruen |
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afbc1ef
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Age is terrible thief. Just when you're getting the hang of life, it knocks your legs out from under you and stoops your back
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Sara Gruen |
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32b7e65
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I used to think I preferred getting old to the alternative, but now I'm not sure. Sometimes the momotony of bingo and sing-alongs and ancient dusty people parked in teh hallway in wheelchairs makes me long for death. Particularly when I rememver that I'm one of the ancient dusty people, filed away like some worthless tchotchke.
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Sara Gruen |
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96eb065
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In your thirties something strange starts to happen. It's a mere hiccup at first, an instant of hesitation. How old are you? Oh, I'm -- you start confidently, but then you stop. You were going to say thirty-three, but you're not. You're thirty-five. And then you're bothered, because you wonder if this is the beginning of the end. It is, of course, but it's decades before you admit it.
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life
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Sara Gruen |
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d2780ab
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I had my whole life planned.. I knew exactly where it was taking me..
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Sara Gruen |
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11804bc
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How is it that everyone on this train has so much alcohol?" "We always head to Canada at the beginning of the season," she says taking her seat again. "Their laws are much more civilized. Cheers."
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canada
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Sara Gruen |
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ecbd088
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When two people are meant to be together, they will be together. It's fate." - Jacob Jankowski, Water For Elephants"
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Sara Gruen |
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He stares at me, and then leans back in his chair. "He's ill, Jacob." I say nothing. "He's a paragon schnitzophonic." "He's what?!" "Paragon schnitzophonic," repeats Uncle Al. "You mean paranoid schizophrenic?" "Sure. Whatever. But the bottom line is he's mad as a hatter..."
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Sara Gruen |
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9fdbf71
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Life is the greatest show on earth!
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Sara Gruen |
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3c9a1ca
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It's as though I've been sleepwalking and suddenly woken to find myself here
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Sara Gruen |
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0970538
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Honey, I plan to marry you the moment the ink is dry on that death certificate.
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Sara Gruen |
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Then I lie down on the horse blanket and drift into a dream about Marlena that will probably cost me my soul.
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Sara Gruen |
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8f6cbb9
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I just can't. I'm married. I made my bed and now I have to lie in it.
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sara gruen |
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f4cf51e
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When did I stop being me?
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Sara Gruen |
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4e24aaa
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My father felt it was his duty to continue to treat animals long after he stopped getting paid. He couldn't stand by and watch a horse colic or a cow labor with a breech calf even though it meant personal ruin. The parallel is undeniable. There is no question I am the only thing standing between these animals and the business practices of August and Uncle Al, and what my father would do - what my father would want me to do - is look after t..
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Sara Gruen |
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poking a lump of red Jello that jiggles outrageously, like a breast I once knew.
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Sara Gruen |
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9a4014a
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I reach for the napkin, and as I do I catch sight of my hands. They are knobby and crooked, thin-skinned, and--like my ruined face--covered with liver spots. My face. I push the porridge aside and open my vanity mirror. I should know better by now, but somehow I still expect to see myself. Instead, I find an Appalachian apple doll, withered and spotty, with dewlaps and bags and long floppy ears. A few strands of white hair spring absurdly f..
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Sara Gruen |
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e363fe0
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After sixty-one years together, she simply clutched my hand and exhaled.
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love
dying
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Sara Gruen |