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The trick to being abandoned was to never let yourself long for anyone who left.
Four people had gone out to Hawthorne Island. None had made it back alive. Three bodies had been recovered.
“Xan has his mind. Grayson got the gravitas. Nash has a savior complex. And I…” Another ball. Another shot. “I don’t know when to give up.”
“Functional life-sized re-creations of the top-three most lovable droids in the Star Wars universe,” Max corrected. “And a little less drama.”
R2, BB8, and HK-47?
“How about an old Hawthorne standard?” he suggested wickedly. “Strip bowling.”
Who plays strip bowling with their family??
This should probably be in a museum, but my brothers and I like to hit things with it instead.
It belongs in a museum! -Indiana Jones
Alisa’s memory was a sieve—and I knew in my bones that she would never forget
This does not seem like the right metaphor...a sieve has holes in it.
