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by Eula Biss
My father told us stories every night about strange little animals that came out in the dark. When my father was away, my mother read us fairy tales that always ended in marriage. Sometimes, when I missed my father, I slept under my bed in mourning1 and the mice crawled2 all around me. I stand at the window of a bridal shop where huge dresses hang ghostly in the dark. At the back is a collection of veils3 like a row of sleeping jellyfish. One whole wall of the shop is a mass of white cloth. The wedding dresses are enormous4. They are twice as big as me, and bigger than any woman on the street. This is the year that everyone is trying to fly around the world in a balloon. I don't know why. 点击收听单词发音
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