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I don’t know if you know the writer Doris Lessing. Or her work rather. I found a short story of hers once telling how her heart was stuck to her hand. I remember the phrase: ”… and there it was, bleeding all over …” She was on a train. The harder she tried to get rid of it the more stuck it became. Until eventually she gave it to someone and it came off her hand quite easily …
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Apt! I’ll have to look it up. Thanks.
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… she was on a train and simply gave it to someone who seemed in need of a bit of heart …
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Awww, I like that, the more I think of it.
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