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I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief.
C.S. Lewis
4Lucie: What is the hardest thing to say to someone else?
Sydney: I need help.
Pross: I was wrong.
Charles: Worcestershire sauce.
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I hope I never get tired of the night sky, of thunderstorms, of watching cream make galaxies in my coffee. I hope I never grow to be someone who can no longer see the small beautiful things that the world has to offer.
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