“They don’t kill you unless you light them,” he said as Mom arrived at the curb. “And I’ve never lit one. It’s a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don’t give it the power to do its killing.” “It’s a metaphor,” I said, dubious. Mom was just idling. “It’s a metaphor,” he said. “You choose your behaviors based on their metaphorical resonances…” I said. “Oh, yes.” He smiled. The big, goofy, real smile. “I’m a big believer in metaphor, Hazel Grace.”
What a stupid metaphor. And he's wasting so much money on this.
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