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“Right,” Murphy said. “I’ll keep an eye out for corpses, weirdos, and monsters.”
“Because if you think so, Harry, then it probably is. And if you decide that it isn’t, it probably isn’t.” “The power of positive thinking?” I asked. “No. Free will,” she said. “You can’t change what has already happened. But you choose what to do next. Which means that you only cross over to the dark side if you choose to do it.”
“She was,” Forthill corrected her, “if only for a time. Children are a precious gift, but they belong to no one but themselves. They are only lent us a little while.”
Life can be confusing. Good God, and how. Sometimes it seems like the older I get, the more confused I become. That seems ass-backwards. I thought I was supposed to be getting wiser. Instead, I just keep getting hit over the head with my relative insignificance in the greater scheme of the universe. Confusing, life.
