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You look like a Turner painting and I want to learn your textures with my fingertips. You are the most fascinating thing in this beautiful house. I’d like to introduce my fists to whoever taught you to stop talking about the things that interest you. Those were not things one blurted out to a friend. They were their own cradles of magic, an expression of the desire to transform one thing into another. And what if the magic went awry? Robin took a long sip of tea, instead, and smiled at Edwin through the steam. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said.
Hitting right in there feels as I can vividly recall the moments where friendship and something more started occurring with Maya, the person I would eventually marry
“Everyone deserves somewhere where they can be reminded of their potential.”
“A lot of stories aren’t true,” said Edwin. “And plenty of them aren’t an object you can touch.” “And yet even the untrue ones are powerful,” said Walt. Robin snorted. “That’s not very practical of you.” “On the contrary,” said Walt, relaxed in victory. “Stories are why anyone does anything.
