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She just wished she could undo everything, unravel time like yarn from a sweater.
She imagined them away, bound up in a hundred barnacle-encrusted safes, a thousand buried chests, chains tight around every one.
Stop bad things. Like in stories.”
Children can have a cruel, absolute sense of justice. Children can kill monsters and feel quite proud of themselves.
They loved him the way they’d loved Beast the first time he swept Belle around the dance floor in her yellow dress.
He’d let his mask slip, apparently on purpose, and she felt stupid that she’d only just realized he’d been wearing a mask at all.
She’d been in the old stone building before with Ben, many years ago, when they’d been pretending to be witches and wizards just out of Hogwarts, cooking up cauldrons of weeds with a pail and some water.
She didn’t know what to feel and desperately wanted to stop feeling entirely.
It tasted as though starlight were slipping down her throat.
“We love until we do not. For us, love doesn’t fade gradually. It snaps like a branch bent too far.”
You and your sister are very dear to each other. To show your regard, you give each other lovely bouquets of lies.”
How can anyone really know what’s in their hearts?”
“It’s never too late to worry,”
