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“I’m not the Clown, darling. I’m the Puppeteer. Did you hit your head last night in your pathetic attempt at escape?”
“Are you just dense? Please tell me you’re not an idiot.” “Don’t call me names, you overdressed crimson pimp.
“What about terrorizing me?” “Okay, that part I do for fun.”
“Cora…Oh, Cora, I think. I think I love you!” He laughed joyfully.
“Yes! Why’re you abusing me?” He swatted at her hands. She shoved him again. “It’s fun.” He jumped away from her, pouting comically. “Everyone is so mean to me.”
“I know.” He frowned and sank down onto his knees at her feet. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. You’re just…you’re just…” He paused. “You.” He smiled up at her dreamily.
“She’s coming to me! Oh, please don’t tell me this is the beginning of some terrible love triangle. How utterly boring. Jackie, this isn’t a triangle. It’s an exclamation point. And you’re the dot.”
His hand settled at the base of her neck, still tangled in her hair. He inched his face closer to hers, daring her, tempting her, and silently asking her. “Go on,” he whispered. “You want to.”
“Well, you’ve gone from weeping at the gate to weeping five feet outside the gate. What remarkable progress you’ve made in the past three days!”
Hate your cage. Find another. Build it with your own bare hands if you must—but understand that it is a cage all the same. Embrace it. Fashion it with pride. Make it your home. There is no such thing as freedom for our species. Take these words to your soul, and happiness will follow.
