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“… how on earth had it come to this; how was she looking at care homes for the elderly when she still felt twenty years old inside, still believed she could do headstands, and when there was still so much that she wanted to do with her life – like swim the English Channel or ride across plains with proper cowboys, learn the trumpet or walk the Camino de Santiago with all her belongings on her back. How might she do these things now? Where had the time gone? What was left of her one, brief life?”

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Book:The Night in Question
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The Night in Question

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Susan Fletcher
Susan Fletcher

Susan Fletcher is an American novelist born in 1979. Her works are acclaimed for their unique narrative style and profound insights into human nature. more

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