The snow on the distant mountains was soft and creamy, as if veiled in a faint smoke.

i look at you. i know what you are. you are sloppy-bodied, smelly and wet. a woman who was born to sit trapped in a chair while a man tells her how much she excites him." _Eric Packer

Between you and me, I think that may be one of the things that will help with the collaboration, because there are things Eric thinks I&#39;m moving too quickly on, and there are things I think he&#39;s dragging out. When it gets to the editor they can arbitrate.

My life was over; my life had just begun.

Written By Alice Sebold

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