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“In fourth grade we played hard. The fifth-grade girls played four square, too, but they didn't jeer at each other when they played, and they hit the ball gently from square to square. Their slowness seemed deliberate, as if they were dancing. Their skirts brushed slowly against their knees as they swayed. It wasn't so much that they looked different; they just looked as if they knew they were being watched.”

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Book:Very Cold People
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Very Cold People

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Sarah Manguso
Sarah Manguso

Sarah Manguso is an American writer born in 1974. Her work is known for its concise and profound style, covering personal experiences, memory, and emotions. Manguso's works include poetry, novels, and essays, which often explore themes of time, death, and interpersonal relationships. more

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