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A psychopath as bad as Albert Fish, maybe worse.
sometimes lies felt better than the truth.
Having answers meant knowing what you could have done to prevent those awful things from happening.
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the whites were actually the palest shade of blue, as though the color beyond the iris had bled like an ink drop blooming across the surface of milk.
Otto was allergic to the sun.
win the lottery so he and Jude could go to Star Wars Land and live there for at least a year—longer if they could manage it—and
Iron Man was second on that list, not so much for the armor as for how impressive of a smart-ass Tony Stark could be.
The whites of his eyes were icebergs; the palest shade of blue.
“Mother,” he snarled.
If there was real danger where they were heading, Mr. G.’s cat wouldn’t have been so eager to get there, no matter how weird and sickly it was.
The devil demon, schemin’, dreamin’ about boys like us, like us, like us.
But she was no hero. A clean soul didn’t birth something so horrendous. A woman of God didn’t raise the devil as her own.
Because it’s never the way you want it, she thought. The universe doesn’t care.
