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“Maybe I’m all those things,” conceded Marie, “but I’m also inevitable.”
“People would come up to your door on All Hallows, and ask for diamonds, or gold or whatever, and if you didn’t give it, they shot you.”
Loneliness is a relative term. Is a dandelion seed lonely when its pod opens and the wind lifts it into the air? Once it lands and takes root, yes, it is solitary, but is it lonely? Of course not! It is content to know it was one of many.
