“You are quite unlike any of the others,” he said eventually. Not entirely true. I had a temper like Bliss, only I didn’t let it go. I had impatience like Lyonette, which I did my best to spread out. I read like Zara, ran like Glenys, danced like Ravenna, and braided hair like Hailee. I had bits and pieces of most of the others in me, save for Evita’s sweet simplicity. The only thing that made me truly different was that I was the only one who never cried. Who never could. Fucking carousel. “You put requests for books on the lists but never overtly ask for anything. You assist the other girls,
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