"The little old lady needed to go to the can, wobbling on her crooked, spindly legs, squealing as usual. She spent a long time in there while I saw beside my mother. I recalled the spell of gastroenteritis I had suffered in tenth grade; I was reading Sartre's novel Nausea. Like the old lady, I saw hunched over my swollen belly. It was a cold, sunny month of February."
~~ from I Remain in Darkness by Annie Ernaux
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