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Notes

She felt her pounding heart. Her hands seemed to enclose it. She thought for the first time in her life that it was nothing that was hers, that belonged to her, but just a pounding, living thing inside this body that wasn’t hers either.
Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been? By Joyce Carol Oates (via jaim) (via finallyseeing)