Will our love stories ever resolve, they wonder, will they come to a head at some point like a mountain peak or a vast plateau or will they stubbornly revolve in spinning sequences of not-quite-endings, hapless or half-hearted attempts to cut cords left over from the last vow-less beginning?
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we wheel into the courthouse and I swat away sensation and the pressure the pressure the blood comes to the surface again. "this is a classic PTSD episode," she says.