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When I think of my wife, I always think of her head. The shape of it, to begin with. The very first time I saw her, it was the back of the head I saw, and there was something lovely about it, the angles of it. Like a shiny, hard kernel or a riverbed fossil. She had what the Victorians would call a finely shaped head. You could imagine the skull quite easily.
I’d know her head anywhere.
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Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn

This starts out seemingly so innocent, almost stated fondly. Until you get to the end…and wonder about the rest of her.

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