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446 pages, Paperback
First published April 30, 2012
Madness is not a state of mind though...it's a place. Let's go there...
- Alice: Madness returns -
Ever since Seattle I’d been dealing with the restlessness I used to get, that nagging urge to be anywhere but here. I felt lost and directionless and my mind always wanted to go back to the happier times, the times when I felt everything was possible. But it wasn’t that way and I had to keep my eye on the prize. I needed to move out, move far away, and start finding myself all over again. My life had reverted to the way it was before I met Dex in that lighthouse. Though, perhaps I was a bit wiser.
“Perry, we all just want to help you.”
That’s what they always said. Everyone always wants to help but no one ever wants to believe me.
Our hearts are magnets.
"You have every right to hate me for this lifetime and many others. You have every right to never see me again. To spit on my grave. But tonight, now I'm not going to give up on you. I'm going to fix you, or die trying".
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“Perry, we all just want to help you.”
That’s what they always said. Everyone always wants to help but no one ever wants to believe me.
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"...Perry, you deserve a lifetime of servitude. Eons of groveling. Even then, I don't think I can show you enough, do enough to let you see. And that's OK... But tonight, now, I'm not going to give up on you. I'm going to fix you or," his voice fell with weight, "die trying."
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"I guess I have to save your life at some point now," I said. "To make things even."
"Perry," he said quietly, his fingers trailing down the side of my face, "you'll never have to save my life. You gave me life. I never lived a single day until the day I first met you."
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Did I look like crap because I felt like crap, or did I feel like crap because I looked like crap? Ah, the mysteries of life.
Why me? WHY ME?Her answers came in the most unlikely form of marks on her skin.
Your Fault. His Fault.
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