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I think everything must have a soul and a memory, even tigers and roses, even snow. And, of course, old Shep, who spends his days sleeping by the fire, eyes closed, paws moving, because he’s still a young dog in his dreams. How can you dream if you don’t have a soul?
SOBBING
“We found her,” he said, and I covered my mouth, thinking I would scream, but no sound came. All three men stood frozen, hats in their hands, six sad eyes all on me.
wow so far this is a 5 star read bc what the fuuuck
Her mother had kept most of her dad’s clothes after he died, almost as if she was expecting him back.
Because she was
She didn’t like being in the closet, even with the door open. Small, tight places had always freaked her out.
Foreshadowing
How that one moment had become the centerpiece of the rest of their lives; everything that came after it swirled around it, as if the kiss itself were the eye of a hurricane.
