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No way was I letting the turd of the century see the parade and ride back past here with his pockets full of candy while I melted into a big puddle of lady.
They made me feel ashamed of loving my own momma; made me do it in secret.
If I was going to h-e-double-hockey-sticks, I wasn’t gonna go thirsty.
I’d been throwing up on my own since I was three. It was just easier that way.
Whistling past the graveyard. That’s what Daddy called it when you did something to keep your mind off your most worstest fear.
“Sometimes laughin’ is all a body can do, child. It’s laugh or lose your mind.”
It was plain Eula had more faith in the Lord than I did. Which was a wonder; from what I’d seen, she had plenty of reason not to.
You can’t use other folks’ bad behavior to excuse your own.
Why did grown-ups have to talk with so many blank spots?
My daddy always said being brave wasn’t not being scared. Being brave was keeping going when you were.
I was a polar bear again.
There might be things so bad that all the whistling in the world couldn’t make them go away.
