I have no inner life. I have no 'intimate' life. I am just what I-what to do. I move from one habitation to another like one of those-is it herit crabs? Taking up residence in others shells.
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Others' shells are fine. You come, and then you go. They're gone
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Others' shells are fine. You come, and then you go. They're gone
( Joyce Carol Oates )
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