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Her dad doesn’t tell her, Climbing is falling.
“Magic makes you question what you used to believe and believe what you were questioning.”
Courtney says, “You think it’s funny, because you never had to learn them.” The truth is, religion causes wars, so they don’t go to church, or synagogue either.
It’s more like it’s okay, you didn’t break my heart. Try knives. Try torches. My dad is a professional.
It’s not like she holds a grudge. It’s self-defense, because the sadness and the pain come from seeing him.
She knows now because it is too late. That’s what dead means. Too late for everything.
“I don’t know anything, and I don’t believe anything, but I keep going anyway.”
That’s how it is when you are little. You think you get to do good things forever.
In real life, joy comes in a rush, so fast, so sweet, she can’t hold on to it. She bends over, breathing hard, and what stays with her is the trying. Not the moment she pulled up, but all the hours falling.
