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Turning off one road to avoid the biggest bully in your year, to then run into the school psychopath was the worst kind of luck. Well. Not cancer-bad, but cancer is quiet, hidden, slow. A monster in your face, on the other hand, is more immediately terrifying.
I was every rabbit in every headlight, waiting to be road kill.
We were a tribe who had always felt as if we were locked into a box that we couldn’t see. And when D&D came along, suddenly we saw both the box and the key.
Which was more likely, some weird kind of time travel, or drug-induced hallucination?
They say it’s good to share, but in the end, whatever anyone says, we face the real shit alone. We die alone and on the way we shed our attachments.
All of us have a shell, a skin between us and the world that we have to break each time we speak to it. Sometimes I wished mine were thinner.
life, starting to really see it for what it was. The beauty and the silliness, and how one piece fitted with the next, and how we all dance around each other in a kind of terror, too petrified of stepping on each other’s toes to understand that we are at least for a brief time getting to dance and should be enjoying the hell out of it.
Truth may often be the first casualty of war, but dignity is definitely the first casualty of disease.
Their cat, Baggage, had wound herself around my ankles and lay there shaken by loud purrs, as if she had realised some long-held ambition.
‘Just trying new things, Nick.’
‘As soon as you get the chip, your Rust problem will go away.’
We might live in a multiverse of infinite wonder, but we are what we are, and can only care about what falls into our own orbit.
doddle.
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Beneath his right eye, an angry three-inch scar ran parallel to his cheekbone.
in the great multitude of humanity, creatures like Ian Rust were like the cancer cells among the crush of blood cells in my veins. Rare, but requiring only one to begin to pollute everything around them. Because ugliness multiplies, and hurt spills over into hurt, and sometimes good things are just the fuel for evil’s fire.
