She was willing to put herself out for others, but when it was just for her, it hardly mattered. [27]
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She knew from experience that while it was convenient for a man to have a hardworking wife, a lazy one could also find it a nuisance. [29]
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Once you decide something doesn't concern you, you just cut yourself off. [198]
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But why should he have to put on an act for us anyway? What's he hiding? You get the feeling he doesn't trust us. But how can you live if you don't trust anyone? Maybe it means that you really don't trust yourself? [251]
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She just wanted out, to be free of everything. None of it mattered anymore. Anyone who couldn't get out was doomed to a life of endless bitching — the life they were leading now. [327]
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I'm willing to march into hell if I'm following you. [347]
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And that in itself was probably the real test: his ability to accept something that was completely beyond his control. It made him want to cry. [442]
