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The Stains Could Be Seen Only In The Sunlight, So Ruth Was Never Really Aware Of Them Until Later, When She Would Stop At An Outdoor Cafe For A Cup Of Coffee, And Look Down At Her Skirt And See The Dark Traces Of Spilled Vodka Or Whiskey. The Alcohol Had The Effect Of Making The Black Cloth Blacker. This Amused Her; She Had Noted In Her Journal: 'booze Affects Material As It Does People'.

How Could It Be That You Could Love Someone So Much And Keep It Secret From Yourself As You Woke Daily So Far From Home?

Well, It's My Voice, So It's More Accessible That Way, And There Are Also All Sorts Of Things Like Plot And Timelines That Are Already Known Entities, So For Me, It's Very Different From Writing Fiction.

Sometimes You Cry, Susie, Even When Someone You Love Has Been Gone A Long Time.

He Had A Moment Of Clarity About How Life Should Be Lived: Not As A Child Or As A Woman. They Were The Two Worst Things To Be.