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July 18 - July 21, 2020
There was nothing shameful about the figure Sebastian was pointing to, not unless one harbored an irrational hatred for bar charts.
When you have nothing nice to say, she could hear her mother saying, keep your thoughts to yourself. And tell me everything later.
“I don’t need to see you roll your eyes at me to know that your eyes are rolling inside.”
A sign on the door proclaimed: The countess is NOT to be bothered except in the cases of Death, Disembowelment, the Apocalypse, or the Arrival of her Mother.
I don’t belong, and I spend all my time pretending I do. Sometimes I get weary of it, and that makes me angry.”
At the end of the day, I’ll still bring you apples and make you laugh.”
No, Violet wasn’t jealous of her sister. But sometimes, when she was around her, she hated the world.
She’d been unable to believe he loved her until she realized that she deserved to be loved.
In summation,” Sebastian said, “today, I think we have managed to offend or kill all our nearest relations.”
Because jokes—even terrible jokes—helped make the awful feel bearable.
