"From the beginning, and for the whole of the next year, we were hardly ever apart except during working hours. It may not have been love, but we couldn't have been persuaded of that because we kept telling each other, and telling ourselves, that it was. It we often quareled, the movies had proved time and again that love was like that. We couldn't keep away from each other, though I think we both came to suspect, after awhile, that this might be because neither of us had anywhere else to go."
- Regards at Home, Richard Yates. From The Collected Stories of Richard Yates.
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