Flamingos become what they consume.” Aspen took another breath. “So I started to imagine that my dad’s words were like shrimp—if I absorb them into my system, I become them. I turn stupid, turn pink. But if I spit them out, I get to stay myself, stay gray. His words won’t change me if I don’t let them. Does that make sense? Don’t ever repeat what I just told you.”
