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“That,” Vic said, voice barely carrying above the wind. “That’s at least a part of my happiness, I think. Knowing I’d be found.”
“I don’t know how not to be weird,” Rambo said. “That’s like asking the birds to stop flying.”
“I don’t know you, and you’re kind of scary, but I also want to be like you when I get older? It’s very confusing.”
to love something meant loving the ghost inside, to be haunted by it.
