But she had no memory of how to be brave. Here, it seemed, she had no memories at all. Nothing triggered… — Lorrie Moore
But she had no memory of how to be brave. Here, it seemed, she had no memories at all. Nothing triggered them. And once in a while, when shegave voice to the fleeting edge of one, it seemed like something she was making up.
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