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EVEN WORTHLESS THINGS can become valuable once they become rare.
she is driven without being manipulative, she is ambitious but only until it edges over into cruelty.
What they don’t tell you about getting everything you ever wanted is the cold-sweat panic when you think about losing it. For someone who’d never had anything to lose, it’s like drowning, all the time.
Sometimes you have to bleed to know you’re human.
I hadn’t thought all this misery would bring its own gift.
It doesn’t matter how you got it. If you have it, it’s yours.
As I leave Exlee reminds me to say Jean’s name each morning and each night until the burial, because our dead are only weights on our backs when we won’t let them walk beside us, when we try to pretend they are not ours or they are not dead.
“I do not know which way to go, but my eyes are turned toward you.”
