Simon Birch quotes.docx

“When someone you love dies you don’t lose them all at once. You lose them in pieces, over time. Like how the mail stops coming. What I remember most to this day is my mother’s scent, and how I hated it when it started to disappear, first from her closet and drawers and then from her dresses she had sewn herself, and finally from her bedsheets and pillowcases. ................
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