For some reason, dying men always ask questions they know the answer to. Perhaps it's so they can die being right.
When she looked up again, the room was pulled apart, then squashed back together. All the kids were mashed, right before her eyes, and in a moment of brilliance, she imagined herself reading the entire page in faultless, fluency-filled triumph
— Jan 11, 2014 11:59AM
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