" - Henry, l love Rose. The old Rose. The one with no make - up who loves the perfect bite. l love her. lt's real. lt's not based on passion, - although l feel that. Or lust, although l feel that. Or even physical attraction. She ... though l thought she was beautiful. Her eyes, her mouth. The way she held herself, made fun of herself.-She eats carrots now. lsn't that tragic?"
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