The past was something that had happened to another version of himself, a version that could be lit and hurled away.
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I'm sorry no one saved you.
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There was something unbearably sexy about cars at night, Ronan thought. The way the fenders twisted the light and reflected the road, the way every driver became anonymous. The sight of them knocked his heartbeat askew.
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You really didn't see the sadness or the longing unless you already knew it was there. But that was the trick, wasn't it? Everyone had their disappointment and their baggage; only, some people carried it in their inside pockets and not on their backs.
Maggie StiefvaterTags: sadness disappointment longing baggage
The inside of the old Camaro smelled like asphalt and desire, gasoline and dreams.
Maggie StiefvaterTags: dreams desire cars driving gasoline camaro
Esto es como una montaña rusa. Subo y subo hacia el invierno, pero si no llego a la cima, puedo resbalar.
Maggie StiefvaterThey wandered to the door like that, a pretzel of a dead boy and a not-psychic girl.
Maggie StiefvaterHe left Chainsaw behind, much to her irritation. Ronan didn't want her to learn any bad language.
Maggie StiefvaterYou've had it the easiest. What good is all your privilege, you soft, spoiled thing, if you can't stand on your own legs?
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It's only because I've lived with brothers that I realise, after a moment, that he's not looking outside but rather inside, wrestling with something inside himself. And there's nothing for it but to wait.
Finally, he asks, "Do you want to ride him?
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