She knew all sorts of four letter words now; they just weren't the ones that most people considered foul language.
Love.
Help.
Rape.
Stop.
Then.

“We believe what we want to, what we need to. The corollary is that we choose no…”

“May be there are entire worlds where there are no fences, where feeling bears y…”

“There was, really, nothing you could use as a blueprint for your life, except y…”

“If you say the same words over and over, do they become so bleached that there'…”