Thursday, 26 April 2012

the stranger

She was wearing a pair of my pajamas with the sleeves rolled up. 
When she laughed I wanted her again. 
A minute later she asked me if I loved her.
 I told her it didn't mean anything but that I didn’t think so. 
She looked sad. But as we were fixing lunch, and for no apparent reason, 
she laughed in such a way that I kissed her.

Albert Camus, The Stranger

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