My mother told me once that we can’t survive alone, but even if we could, we wouldn’t want to.
VERONICA ROTHI feel like myself, strong and weak at once – allowed, at least for a little while, to be both.
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How have I never realized before that for all the strong, kind parts of him, there are also hurting, broken parts?
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Being honest doesn’t mean you say whatever you want, wherever you want. It means that what you choose to say is true.
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What did you do, memorize a map of the city for fun?” says Christina. “Yes,” says Will, looking puzzled. “Didn’t you?
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But now, I am also learning this: we can be mended. We mend each other.
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I can’t answer either question. But the look she gives me reminds me of the look in the attack dog’s eyes in the aptitude test – a vicious, predatory stare. She wants to rip me to pieces. I can’t lie down in submission now. I have become an attack dog too.
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It isn’t right to wish pain on other people just because they hurt me first.
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I think they’re going to force us to eat lots of cake and then take an unreasonably long nap.
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Do I look like I’ve been crying?’ I say. ‘Hmm.’ He leans in close, narrowing his eyes like he’s inspecting my face.
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Ingenuity requires creativity.
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I feel the monster of grief again, writhing in the empty space where my heart and stomach used to be.
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My mother knit scarves for the neighborhood kids. My father helped Caleb with his homework. There was a fire in the fireplace and peace in my heart, as I was doing exactly what I was supposed to be doing, and everything was quiet.
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People, I have discovered, are layers and layers of secrets.
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I have never been carried around by a large boy, or laughed until my stomach hurt at the dinner table, or listened to the clamor of a hundred people all talking at once. Peace is restrained; this is free.
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I know exactly how we fit together, his arm around my waist, my hands on his chest, the pressure of his lips on mine. We have each other memorized.
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My name is Four,” I say. “Call me ‘Stiff’ again and you and I will have a problem.
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