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“Once she had flicked to the last page, she saw one of her very last regrets — 'I was bad at looking after Voltaire' — slowly disappear from the page. The letters fading like retreating strangers in a fog.” — Matt Haig
Once she had flicked to the last page, she saw one of her very last regrets — 'I was bad at looking after Voltaire' — slowly disappear from the page. The letters fading like retreating strangers in a fog.