You cannot escape where you come from, September. Some part of it remains inside you always, like the slender white heart in the center of the thickest onion.
Catherynne M. ValenteDonโt worry,โ Marya whispered, kissing his forehead. โMy old bones will follow yours soon enough.
Catherynne M. ValenteThatโs what happens to friends, eventually. They leave you. Itโs practically what theyโre for.
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