Look at Me by Jennifer Egan

– Masturbation: a word with all the sensuality of suitcases tumbling from a closet shelf, another one falling just when you think the noise has stopped.

– Yet I felt cowed. I could hardly read anymore, hardly write. I despised talking about myself. For years I had lied to void it, feinting and darting, obfuscating slyly, lying because it was easier, because I felt like it. Lying to erase the truth, though this never seemed to work.

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