It's the same thing,' I told her.
'What is?'
'Being afraid and being alive.'
'No,' she said slowly, and now it was as if she was speaking a language she knew at first I wouldn't understand, the very words, not to mention the concept, being foreign to me. 'Macy, no. It's not.

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The worst part was that I had things I wanted to tell my mother, too many to count, but none of them would go down so easy. She'd been through too much, between my siters-I could not add to the weight. So instead, I did my best to balance it out, bit by bit, word by word, story by story, even if none of them were true.

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Mots clés lying stretching-the-truth

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There was something so heavy about the burden of history, of the past. I wasn't sure I had it in me to keep looking back.

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Mots clés history burden tired

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But wasn't that always the way. It's never something huge that changes everything, but instead the tiniest of details, irrevocably tweaking the balance of the universe while you're busy focusing on the big picture.

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Mots clés change

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I was just stock in the middle, vague and undefined.

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Mots clés confusion teens middle

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Like it takes so little not only to change something, but to make you forget the way it once was, as well.

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Mots clés change forgetting

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I was so scared about being discovered, but nobody came. Nobody heard. In my own ears, though, my sobs sounded primal and scary, like something I would have turned off if I'd been able to.

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Mots clés tears-crying

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Sitting there, watching my sister, I wondered which was harder, in the end. The act of telling, or who you told it to. Or maybe if, when you finally got itout, the story was really all that mattered.

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Mots clés telling

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Norman picked up a sketch, glanced at it, then put it back down on the table. "I saw Bea Williamson this morning," he said in a low voice. "Lurking about looking for cut glass."

"Oh, of course," Mira said with a sigh. "Did she have it with her?"

Norman nodded solemnly. "Yep. I swear, I think it's almost gotten ... bigger."

Mira shook her head. "Not possible."

"I'm serious," Norman said. "It's way big."

I kept waiting for someone to expand on this, but since neither of them seemed about to, I asked, "What are you talking about?"

They looked at each other.

Then, Mira took a breath. "Bea Williamson's baby," she said quietly, as if someone could hear us, "has the biggest head you have ever seen."

Norman nodded, seconding this.

"A baby?" I said.

"A big-headed baby," Mira corrected me. "You should see the cranium on this kid. It's mind-boggling.

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Mots clés humor young-adult keeping-the-moon chick-lit

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But as i lay there, it only seemes like silence filling my ears. And the thing was, it was so freaking loud.

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Mots clés silence

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