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I don’t have anything to say. I feel all out of words inside. I give her the glass and sit down in the chair. I drink my drink and think it’s not ever going to be the same.
“Duane?” she goes.
“Holly?”
My heart has slowed. I wait.
Holly was my own true love.
— Raymond Carver, “Gazebo,” in Raymond Carver: Collected Stories (New York: The Library of America, 2009), 237. (via chary)
