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You should know, of course, that there are only two kinds of mothers in stories, and if you are a mother, you are either wicked or you are dead. I told myself so many times I was lucky to have the dead kind.
She fell in love with the story more than she fell in love with the man.
Magic was always like that: it had ugly undersides. Wanting anything was a trap.
“Well, you’re my first secret then, my first lie. Does that please you?” “Only if it pleases you.”

