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gone girl sentence starters | still accepting.

"He loved you? Or he loved your name?"

It's a cruel question, maybe, but late at night, with the chill breeze ruffling her curls on the penthouse balcony, Mary has no qualms asking. There's no malice to it either — sometimes the only thing left is to be blunt.

As she watches Gia, her eyes are little pinpricks in the dim light.

"Sometimes we convince ourselves people really love us," she says quietly after a long moment, pressing the rim of her glass against her bottom lip. "And maybe they convince themselves the same, partially. But eventually—"