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If all the pretty toys somehow stopped working, just about everything in New Pretty Town would come tumbling down.
“Yeah, and people killed one another over stuff like having different skin color.” Tally shook her head. No matter how many times they repeated it at school, she’d never really quite believed that one.
Out here, you find out that the city fools you about how things really work.”
“I kind of like being fooled about some things.”
There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion.
The flowers were so beautiful, so delicate and unthreatening, but they choked everything around them.
Nature, at least, didn’t need an operation to be beautiful. It just was.
objects grew old, carrying their histories with them in dings and scratches and tatters.
Perhaps the logical conclusion of everyone looking the same was everyone thinking the same.
Maybe what was inside her did matter to him more than anything else.
What you do, the way you think, makes you beautiful.”
bug got loose, but it didn’t infect people. It infected petroleum.”
Did you ever wonder what would turn the cities into history?” He smiled and took a big bite. “It gets clearer every day.”
And that was her city in a nutshell, Tally realized. Nothing left to itself. Everything turned into a bribe, a warning, or a lesson.
One thing about being pretty, people put up with your annoying habits.
Which was worse: a friend with brain damage, or one who despised you?
