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All stories are made of both truths and lies, she used to say. What matters is the way that we believe in them.
At least Evangeline still had the ability to think. Although sometimes that ability hurt.
But hope is a difficult thing to kill, just a spark of it can start a fire,
not all loves happened at first; some took time to grow like seeds, or they might be like bulbs, dormant until the right season approached.
“Stop flashing your fangs. I’m the only one who gets to bite her.”
But her mother had told her bells had a sixth sense. She’d said to always polish them, always mind what you say in front of them, and always listen to the bells that ring when they shouldn’t.
