What hope is there?" I asked. "If even angels fall, what hope is there for the rest of us?
Richelle MeadI looked at you... and saw your goodness, your hope, and your faith. Those are what make you beautiful. So, so beautiful. So it was't my hair?
Richelle MeadAdrian frowned. 'Is that a noose?' 'It's a tie!' I cried, trying not to feel offended. He laughed, clearly delighted at this. 'My mistake.
Richelle MeadI didnโt get her cutting at all. Sheโd done it sporadically, ever since the accident and it scared me each time. She'd try to explain it to me, how she didn't want to dieโshe just needed to get it out somehow. She felt so much emotionally, she would say, that a physical outletโphysical painโwas the only way to make the internal pain go away. It was the only way she could control it.
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