from What We Talk About When We Talk About Love by Raymond Carver

zdunno03's avatarLeonard Durso

“I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone’s heart beating. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.”

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