Go, go, magic clover.

“Flustered, she replied, "You're not my - my - grandmother, or something.""You'd…”

“Right, sure. Because there's no girls in politics! I have no interest. Voting? …”

“His was the disease we couldn’t cure. His was the good-bye that meant the most”

“It was a strangely disorienting feeling, to have something you'd relied on for …”