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Lucy pictured the way boys’ faces would change when they were in a group together. It happened with girls sometimes too. Whatever was wrong in them, it was lined up like dominoes. Only took
I mean, with a girl that confused or crazy or whatever, how far is it in her head from This is the man I’m gonna marry to This is the man I’m gonna stab to death?” Lucy rolled her eyes on instinct. “That’s bullshit, dude. Why is it that every time a girl has strong emotions, you guys say she’s crazy?”
When you’re a kid, that’s when you feel everything so much. Everything counts. Everything is as intense as it will ever be. Now, with this adult bullshit, it’s all so repetitive that a year disappears in a blink. It’s like I only half feel any day that I live, even the great ones. It sucks…
“Can you help me? I want to help him go,” and somehow Lucy understood, and so she worked quietly with Toni to lift his tortured head and narrow shoulders, and then Toni slid into the couch and laid Bucket’s head across her lap. Lucy placed her hand back on Bucket’s and Toni placed one hand on his barely rising chest and began to whisper, “It’s okay, Bakhit. It’s okay. Shhh. Shhh. Shhh. It’s okay,” and they stayed that way until the boy’s chest failed to
rise at all.
she remembered what he’d said about “a few lines and a
gummer.” She imagined a headline: “COKEHEAD JOURNALIST HAS
“There were rumors about features built into the Oracle—the thing that’s infecting people—that were supposed to be advantageous for the people upstream. Theoretically, there would be ways to activate remote shutdowns, maybe reduce or even stop criminal behavior. Ways to drive commerce too. I think they developed it all under the banner of consumer logistics.” Judah said, “That’s a pretty fucked-up euphemism for ‘mind
control.’ ”

