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This whole trip, they’d ridden in silence, thin as the skin on a cup of milk left out on the counter and yet never broken.
the skin on a cup of Warm milk - how long has the milk been sitting out? warm milk would skin over faster. But if you have to keep explaining your similes maybe you're reaching too much.
Her stomach roiling, she shopped like a picky toddler—graham crackers and peanut butter, a bag of cashews, a loaf of bread, raspberry jam, cereal.
She didn’t know. She’d hated them in a way that was indistinguishable from love, loved them in a way that might have been hatred. She had feared her father and resented her mother and wanted to leave forever, but there were good memories, too,