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No one owes all of themselves to anyone else. We are all individuals, and what we give of ourselves, we must choose to give freely.
Silence sets the imagination on fire. And my imagination is primed with fears, death high up there, death front and center of everything right now. And when you are alone there’s a lot to be afraid of: intruders, accidents, or perhaps, worst of all, the slow unspooling of your own lonely mind.
After all he’d already followed her into hell and back—what was moving to Charlotte?
