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“We aren’t normal. This place isn’t normal, and you’re not a player, kid. You’re the glass ballerina—or the knife.”
They were a twisted, broken mess before you got here, and they’ll be a twisted, broken mess once you’re gone.
I found myself wishing that I were the kind of girl who could fill silences. The kind who laughed with abandon, flowers in her hair.
“We shouldn’t give because we feel one way or another,” Grayson told me. “We should direct our resources to wherever objective analysis says we can have the largest impact.”

