That evening, I went home with the hemmed suit in a plastic garment bag. I sat at the kitchen table and made a single rip in the collar. I would have like to shred the whole thing. But I restrained myself. Fishl the tzaddik who might have been an idiot once said: A single rip is harder to bear than a hundred rips.
Nicole Kraus, The History of Love
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Stalled at the age
She looked different than I remembered her. And yet. The same. I thought, so this is how they send the angel. Stalled at the age when she loved you the most.
Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
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