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There was a gray-striped tabby cat on the bed, curled in the classic half-comma position preferred by felines everywhere.
“Things don’t happen to Sloane,” said Andy. “Sloane happens to things.”
“Every good thing you find, no matter how small, is a penny for you to put in your pocket. Gather them close, and treasure them. Someday you’ll have a future where you feel rich enough, emotionally, to spend them freely.”
“You can’t fucking fly, kid—the laws of physics are for
everybody!”
“I am an archivist. I am a librarian. I collect words because words are the truest and longest-lasting
lasting craft in the world. My
books will last longer than any pa...
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She got a nosebleed,” said Sloane, reaching forward and taking my hand in hers. Her fingers left red stains on my skin. “Sure, I had to punch her four or five times to make that happen, but nosebleeds are a normal part of being a traitorous bitch who goes over to the dark side at the first sign of trouble.”
