Retribution is a dog chasing its tail.

Can we really conquer chaos so easily? If that were so, I should be able to prune the pandemonium of my own soul into something neat and tidy rather than this maze of wants and needs and misgivings that has me forever feeling as if I cannot fit into the landscape of things.

You set fire to my house, killed my family, and ate my dog. But steal my boyfriend? That's a step too far.

Warning: If you are insufferable, do not walk here. We shall eat you down to the marrow.

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She is the elephant’s eyebrows,” Evie whispered appreciatively. “Those jewels! How her neck must ache.” “That’s why Bayer makes aspirin,” Mabel whispered back, and Evie smiled, knowing that even a socialist wasn’t immune to the dazzle of a movie star.

And now I understand that truth casts a spell of its own, one I'm not sure of how to hold on to, though I'm desperate to try.