My husband found my notebook, and was very angry when he read it. He tore the pages out of it, and returned it to me empty. Some phrases I will never forget, I thought, but by the time I wrote them down, I couldn’t remember any of them. I saw Zoltán today, and it was so good, so very good. And I didn’t even have to ride my bike to him: he came to me anyway.
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