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The guests freeze. They stare at one another. They are suddenly afraid again. More so than they were when the lights went out. They all know what they are hearing. It is a scream of terror.
sometimes the smallest currents are the strongest.
life is only a series of days. You can’t control more than a single day.
She’s a nail-biter, a hair-splitter, an over-thinker. She’s ‘fragile’.
that’s nostalgia for you, the tyranny of those memories of childhood that feel so golden, so perfect.
I have my own ghosts. I carry them with me wherever I go.
when the worst has happened, you rather lose your fear of anything else.
underneath that, fuelling all this success, was a tangled mass of anxiety that none of us saw until it was too late.
