❝ –– perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. and when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. and suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.
“Am I really?” Teddy said pathetically. “I’m nothing like the women you usually date —— I can’t help thinking that you could do better. And if I’m thinking it, why aren’t you?”
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