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"I heard Tash say: Nomi, you're sad, man. Get a grip. Walk away. What have I taught you? And I thought: You taught me that some people can leave and some people can't and I'm one of the ones who can't because you're one of the ones who did and there's this old guy in a wool suit sitting in an empty house who has no one but me now thank you very, ( Read more... )

She loved to watch the patterns on her walls. The way the sunlight struggled through the blinds and landed on the patchwork poc-marks in dull white. The dirt and dust were precious friends, who wanted to start new? She liked the way they held her secrets: pinned in perfect lines, if she so wished. She liked the way they held her stare. They didn't ( Read more... )

"You fell from the sky," he told her.
She crouched on the grass, and stared at clovers. "I don't believe in gravity," she whispered to the grass.

It seemed to lose it's color.

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