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I had a strange relationship with trees. My mother placed me in one moments before my father murdered her. I was six years old.
She wore glasses even though she didn’t need them. She said they made her feel better about herself. Smarter, somehow. She thought it was silly, but I’d never seen anyone more beautiful.
Memories are funny things. I carried them like scars.
“There’s a monster inside all of us. But some of us learn to control it.”
“I could have gone through the rest of my life without knowing Joe is a screamer.”
“You loved me,” Kelly said softly, “without reservation. Without expecting anything in return. You loved me, and I knew that you wouldn’t stop, not unless you were forced to. And I knew then that I wouldn’t stop, no matter what it took.”
“What remains is a broken heart shattered like so much glass. Pieces are missing, and the ones that are left don’t fit like they used to. But still it beats, because no matter what is taken away, no matter what is lost, it needs to continue. To survive. You are a survivor, Robbie. And not even magic can take that away from you.”
“We are literally the gayest pack that has ever existed,” Rico said to no one in particular. “I see no problem with this.”
Impossibly, ridiculously, Carter whispered through a mouthful of blood, “Oh shit. I think I’m bisexual.”
