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The words to every single book my father ever read to me are forever tucked inside.
I knew the words and melodies of hundreds of songs—a symphony exploding inside my head with no one to hear it but me. But he never asked me about music.
but it would be nice if somebody would say “Hi.”
“But this one has hidden superpowers. I’d love to help her find them.”
easy to remember. It’s like a “buy one, get the rest free” sale at the mall.
I wish I could tell her I loved her.
But I had the feeling that Mrs. Lovelace was someone who’d take the time to figure me out.
“What your body looks like has nothing to do with how well your brain works! You ought to know that by looking in the mirror!”
“I want to be like other kids.” “So you want to be mean and fake and thoughtless?”