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thought I could be dying from a bullet wound and Joan would still stare through me with her blank eyes, expecting me to ask for a cup of coffee and a sandwich.
What a humour🤯🤯🤯😭
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What I hate is the thought of being under a man’s thumb,” I had told Doctor Nolan. “A man doesn’t have a worry in the world, while I’ve got a baby hanging over my head like a big stick, to keep me in line.”
What a tragedy did Ted had done to her😮💨😥
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All the heat and fear had purged itself. I felt surprisingly at peace. The bell jar hung, suspended, a few feet above my head. I was open to the circulating air. “It was like I told you it would be,
The electric shock therapy had wiped off Esther's mania
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darkness wiped me out like chalk on a blackboard.
obsessed
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booming bass voice,
what a description 😂😂😂
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- Sep 2024
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I felt in my pocket-book among the paper scraps and the compact and the peanut shells and the dimes and nickels and the blue jiffy box containing nineteen Gillette blades, till I unearthed the snapshot I’d had taken that afternoon in the orange-and-white striped booth.
the signs of her suicidal tendencies
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I’m never going to get married.”
YOU SHOULD HAVE Sylvia
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I had an awful impulse to laugh.
I'm just a girl vibe😝💅
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First Mr Willard drove and then I drove. I don’t know what we talked about, but as the countryside, already deep under old falls of snow, turned us a bleaker shoulder, and as the fir trees crowded down from the grey hills to the road edge, so darkly green they looked black, I grew gloomier and gloomier
The devastating signs of her depression, she can see the beauty of the nature no more.
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So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being brainwashed, and afterwards you went about numb as a slave in some private, totalitarian state.
And so that's what she's had experienced, how tragic to think that she wasn't able to live her life the way she'd truly wanted.
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This seemed a dreary and wasted life for a girl with fifteen years of straight A’s, but I knew that’s what marriage was like, because cook and clean and wash was just what Buddy Willard’s mother did from morning till night, and she was the wife of a university professor and had been a private school teacher herself.
That's reality Sylvia, that's reality.
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Then when he started to make my life miserable I could make his miserable as well.
an absolute madness
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I smiled to myself
how naughty that was!
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and that era was coming to an end.
the very disappointment feeling she had in herself
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stranding me in the middle of a huge silence.
what a wording
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Then he just stood there in front of me and I kept on staring at him. The only thing I could think of was turkey neck and turkey gizzards and I felt very depressed.
hilariously crafted and accurate
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