Me: Do any of you relate to the narrator?
Student 1: I was actually relieved reading it.
Student 1: Because I think like she does all the time. 84 more words
And he stripped the lights away until there was total blackness and I couldn’t think. Buried in reverie, I died. On the coast there was a piazza where we’d reside, but it was never good enough, never beautiful enough, never quite perfect enough for his taste and I couldn’t take the void. 56 more words