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“...I lost my illusions in a black rain of bitterness - now what do you see in my eyes? How can you still love me? How can I be tender? ...”

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Book:A Familiar Rain
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A Familiar Rain

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Author:Matshona Dhliwayo
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Book:The Gentlewomen of Evil: An Anthology of Rare Supernatural Stories from the Pens of Victorian Ladies
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Author:David Foster Wallace
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