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"What are you doing?"
"Reading."
"No, you're not."
"Thinking, then."
"About?"
I was dying to tell him.
"Private," I replied.
"So you won't tell me?"
"So I won't tell you."
"So he won't tell me," he repeated, pensiveley, as if explaining to someone about me.
How I loved the way he repeated what I myself had just repeated. It made me think of a caress, or of a gesture, which happens to be totally accidental the first time but becomes intentional the second time and more so yet the third.
YOU ARE READING
CMBYN [quotes]
Rastgelejust a collection of my favorite quotes from the book: 'Call Me By Your Name' by André Aciman