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No, there was just no way dying could be spun into a good thing.
Maybe some people simply were destined to survive.
Sometimes, being a nurse doesn’t matter. Being human does.
She had been in this profession long enough to know that people sometimes seemed to need permission before they left this world.
what are you doing for others?
Louie believed that those white men with their signs and slogans were not really there for the unborn, but there for the women who carried them. They couldn’t control women’s sexual independence. To them, this was the next best thing.
Joy felt like she had shown him her very soul, disfigured as it might be.
When you are used to fending for yourself, being taken care of is a drug.
Did you have to be missed to exist?
That’s what you did for people you loved, right? You protected them from what they didn’t want to know.
“you don’t have to be grateful for something that’s your right.”
“Maybe today will be unforgettable.”
You were never too young to learn to be self-sufficient.
HEROES, WREN KNEW, did not always swoop in to rescue. They made questionable calls. They lived with doubts. They replayed and edited and imagined different outcomes. They killed, sometimes, to save.
She had come to the clinic because she didn’t want to be a little girl anymore. But it wasn’t having sex that made you a woman. It was having to make decisions, sometimes terrible ones. Children were told what to do. Adults made up their own minds, even when the options tore them apart.
Laws are black and white. The lives of women are a thousand shades of gray.
