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“Sometimes at night I whisper it over to myself: ‘Murderess, Murderess.‘ It rustles, like a taffeta skirt across the floor.
‘Murder‘ is merely brutal. It‘s like a hammer, or a lump of metal. I would rather be a murderess than a murderer, if those are the only choices.”
“I imagine that one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, that they will be forced to deal with pain.” #JamesBaldwin #NotesOfANativeSon
Some light reading while I wait for an oil change
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