It no longer makes me cry and die and tear myself to see her go because everything goes away from me like that now — girls, visions, anything, just in the same way and forever and I accept lostness forever.
I don't like my shoes,' said Rose. 'I'm wearing my shoes and you don't see me complain. ' 'You only hear a person complain,' said Rose. 'Not see. ' How has Rose lived for seventeen years and no one has killed her, not once?