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I still think about Peter, the man I loved most in the world, all the time.At two in the afternoon, when he would come and pick me up and take me for rides; at five, when I would read to him, head on his chest; in the despair at seven p.m., when he would hold me and rub my belly for an hour; in the despair again at nine p.m. when we would go for a night ride, down to the Royal Cliffs Diner in Englewood Cliffs where I would buy a cup of coffee with precisely seven sugars and a lot of cream. We w…
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  • Year: 2011
  • Pages: 336
  • ISBN-10: 0241950155
  • ISBN-13: 9780241950159
  • Format: 12.8 x 19.5 x 2.8 cm, mīksti vāki
  • Language: English
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I still think about Peter, the man I loved most in the world, all the time.

At two in the afternoon, when he would come and pick me up and take me for rides; at five, when I would read to him, head on his chest; in the despair at seven p.m., when he would hold me and rub my belly for an hour; in the despair again at nine p.m. when we would go for a night ride, down to the Royal Cliffs Diner in Englewood Cliffs where I would buy a cup of coffee with precisely seven sugars and a lot of cream. We were friends, soul mates and lovers.

I was seven. He was fifty-one.

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  • Author: Margaux Fragoso
  • Publisher:
  • Year: 2011
  • Pages: 336
  • ISBN-10: 0241950155
  • ISBN-13: 9780241950159
  • Format: 12.8 x 19.5 x 2.8 cm, mīksti vāki
  • Language: English English

I still think about Peter, the man I loved most in the world, all the time.

At two in the afternoon, when he would come and pick me up and take me for rides; at five, when I would read to him, head on his chest; in the despair at seven p.m., when he would hold me and rub my belly for an hour; in the despair again at nine p.m. when we would go for a night ride, down to the Royal Cliffs Diner in Englewood Cliffs where I would buy a cup of coffee with precisely seven sugars and a lot of cream. We were friends, soul mates and lovers.

I was seven. He was fifty-one.

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