The sense of an ending

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I looked across at her fondly. She knew me better than anyone else in the world. Ans still wanted to have lunch with me. And let me go on and on about myself. I smiled at her, in a way she also doubtless knew too well.

J. Barnes, The sense of an ending, Knopf, 2011

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