“Because caring was a thing with claws. It sank them in, and didn’t let go. Caring hurt more than a knife to the leg, more than a few broken ribs, more than anything that bled or broke and healed again. Caring didn’t break you clean. It was a bone that didn’t set, a cut that would close.”
Now I’m sad. Calla was one of my favorites.
— Sep 01, 2019 12:49PM
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