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“we don’t wear blues”: did this woman sneak into my mind somehow

“I always forgot that this was next—the clock would strike on the hour and the magic would deposit me in the street like Cinderella after the ball, torn and tattered, left with only memories that couldn't capture the light she'd possessed just a few hours before.”

UGH the writing in this book is just so good