Caleb," I say, "I love you." His eyes gleam with tear as he says, "I love you, too, Beatrice.
Veronica RothNo one's perfect," I whisper. "It doesn't work that way. One bad thing goes away, and another bad thing replaces it." I traded cowardice for cruelty; I traded weakness for ferocity.
Veronica RothShe taught me all about real sacrifice. That it should be done from love, not misplace disgust for another person's genetics.
Veronica RothWe're all right, you know,' he says quietly. 'You and me. Okay?' My chest aches, and I nod. 'Nothing else is all right.' His whisper tickles my cheek. 'But we are.
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