There was an old painting in my grandparents' attic. Neither beautiful nor ugly, it simply depicted an empty room with no figures, an old living room with an armchair, library, and fireplace
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As a general rule, I like holes.
A hole at the top of my tank gives me freedom.
But I do not like the hole in her heart.
She only has one, not three, like me.
Tova's heart.
I will do everything I can to help her fill it.
A hole at the top of my tank gives me freedom.
But I do not like the hole in her heart.
She only has one, not three, like me.
Tova's heart.
I will do everything I can to help her fill it.
Van Pelt, Shelby, <i>Remarkably Bright Creatures</i> (Ecco, ed.)