How marvelous to be able to read someone's skin, to explore the story of his life across his chest, his arms, the softness at the back of his neck. The barman had roses and a treble clef, a cross, a woman's face . . . so much detail, so little unadorned flesh.
( Gail Honeyman )
[ Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely ]
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