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it sounded different in the lit air,
I hold it together and hold it together and I make it another day, another year, and there’s no reward. Nothing great about me being normal. About not being crazy.” He frowned. “Then you have one bad day, and you worry for yourself, you know? It only takes one.”
His body was simply growing old around the frozen husk of a frightened little boy.
They hold seed for the bad times. For until the times get good again.”
knowledge somehow dredged up from the brutal depths of their imagination, this ability to deal harm to one another.
Once guns were made, who would unmake them?
There were things, like spoken ideas, that were almost impossible to take back.
“I’m coming for you. I’m coming home, and I’m coming to clean.”
one pain is lessen’d by another’s anguish.
He nearly tripped and fell down the last few steps, his legs not used to an end to the descent, a flat piece of ground rather than one more tread to sink to.
The sharp and definable sensations were better than the dull and nameless kind. She liked feelings she could understand.
mental vertigo,
How could she be standing there, thinking of a man she hardly knew rather than the insanity of the task before her?
