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I wasn’t wind: I was air. But air could go places. And that gave me an idea.
He was the kind of beautiful that drew you in before you even considered the fact that beautiful things can be poisonous.
But I have learned, as you know now, that the people we love are not gone forever. That everything we ever loved, ever did, ever said, ever read, ever experienced, comes back to us. See, here we are together.”
There were foxes, and there were hounds. And then there were the animals who didn’t fit into the natural order of things at all. Who meant the hurt they caused every time.
It is widely accepted that childhood trauma increases the likelihood of violent behavior.
