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The Starving Bride
Look at her. How serene she is in her long white dress, eyes closed like a stone copy of herself. Perhaps she lives on air. We would like a little piece of her – a hank of hair, a pared fingernail slender as a new moon, a wisp of skin peeled from a sunburned shoulder…England, the near future.Dumped by her...PaperbackSold Out
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The Starving Bride
Look at her. How serene she is in her long white dress, eyes closed like a stone copy of herself. Perhaps she lives on air. We would like a little piece of her – a hank of hair, a pared fingernail slender as a new moon, a wisp of skin peeled from a sunburned shoulder…England, the near future.Dumped by her...PaperbackSold Out