Back in Georgie's attic, he yanks the phone out of the socket and begins scrolling down the names under dialed calls, praying to anyone who will listen. God. Baby Jesus. Saint Thomas the doubter. Saint Whoever, patron saint of losers. Praying, Please, please, don't let it be true. The first name shatters him. The second makes his head spin.
Melina MarchettaShe knows that feeling too. Of believing that each time someone says her name, itโs to tell her that something bad has happened.
Melina MarchettaMen don't rape women because their women are ugly," cousin Jostien said, but there was a protest at his words. "That's what my fa said! He says that inside their hearts and spirits they are nothing but little men who need to feel powerful.
Melina MarchettaYour problems are out there. But they're small. They only grow out of proportion when they climb inside your head.
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