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“Put the jerk in the south wing, you won’t see him for weeks at a time. Or lock him in the attic. The law will not be on your side, but literary precedent will.”
“You know guys, they only want one thing. Repartee. I can’t count how many times men have admired my well-turned phrases. The shallow jerks.”
The shape of him was encompassable, potentially knowable, and yet terrifying and strange.
He looks at her as if she was his heart, made of glass and suspended on a thread that might break.
Sometimes I feel like I don’t know the shape of myself without you, Kami thought. She felt almost desperate. Sometimes I feel like you don’t know the shape of yourself.
“Are you scared of me?” Jared whispered. Kami whispered back: “I’ve never been as scared of anyone as I am of you.”
I love you, Kami told him, and cut.
