"I like having to wear tights under my dress. It's because of something inside me. Their hair blowing back lightly from their faces. You'll never understand how angry I am. Today the plants are like a painting. It's not a cry to writing, it's a cry to a future novel. Always ignoring her. People have fucked in here. Here is a novel which-- I know them in a certain kind of way. Sylvie has picked up a rhinocerous and is hitting it against a wall."
--Amina Cain, Creature
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