How can a person make herself go to work, drive the car, wash her hair, change her clothes, get up, sit down, get up again, and so on, without a kiss to break up the monotony? Sometimes it's impossible to go on without a kiss, as if your life were a run-on sentence, as if your life were the Berlin Wall with soldiers guarding your openings, as if there were not enough mouths to go around in the village, and your lips were swollen with hunger scrabbling with your sister for one dried up kiss the size of a silver dollar. Marion Winik from Foreign Exchange
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