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I’m not sure what God looks like. I don’t know if there’s one big God in heaven or if there’s two or three or thirty, or maybe one for each person. I’m not sure if God is a boy or a girl or an old man with a white beard. But it doesn’t matter. I just feel safe knowing someone’s listening.
“If you didn’t have bad things, you wouldn’t have good things. They would all just be things. Did you ever think about that?”
“That’s the problem. People don’t want to listen to their thoughts, so they fill the world with noise.”
“Crying is good for the soul,” said Ruby softly. “It means something needs to be released. And if you don’t release the something, it just weighs you down until you can hardly move.”
It was critical to feel empowered by your name—Kaori
