Telling him that yesterday could never really be discarded, it was always a part of now. There was no way to get rid of it. No way to push it aside or throw it into an ash can, or dig a hole and bury it. For all buried memories were nothing more than slow-motion boomerangs, taking their own sweet time to come back.
David Goodis
Street of No Return
1952
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Leah Frances
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