Extreme Solitude

»In bed on a Friday night, wearing sweatpants and eating peanut butter from the jar, Madeleine was in a state of extreme solitude.«

http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/features/2010/06/07/100607fi_fiction_eugenides?currentPage=all

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