By Anaïs Nin
Winter of Artifice is a suite of novelettes: ‘Stella,’ ‘Winter of Artifice,’ and ‘The Voice,’ that discover relationships among lady and lover, girl and father, and sufferer and therapist.
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He asked as he started to move slowly. "No," I answered, thinking he meant pain. "How can you say no? " I didn't respond immediately. I looked at him, shocked. " he asked as he leaped from the bed and picked up the clothes that were scattered across the floor. " I raised my voice. " There's no point telling the rest, Diary. I left without even the energy to cry or scream, with only an infinite sadness that wrenches my heart and little by little devours it. 6 March 2001 Today at lunch my mother gave me one of her inquiring looks and demanded to know why I so was preoccupied.
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