someone asked dreams morning barbecue, said didn’t want much, wouldn’t — Liane Moriarty, Truly Madly Guilty

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If someone had asked him about his dreams on the morning of the barbecue, he would have said that he didn't want for much, but he wouldn't mind a lower mortgage, a tidier house, another baby – ideally a son, but he'd take another girl no problem at all – a big motherfucking boat if it were up for grabs, and more sex. He would have laughed about the sex. Or smiled at least. A rueful smile. Maybe the smile would have been exactly halfway between rueful and bitter.

Liane Moriarty, Truly Madly Guilty

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