I wonder how many times each day she dies a little.
Libba BrayMots clés ann
It happened in pieces, tiny little turning points. I'll never figure out when it all turned, because it wasn't a single moments. It doesn't matter how many times I look back, how many times I try to figure it out. There is no before and after. Just a year of choices.
Amanda GraceMots clés ann
People don't change because you want them to. They aren't clay, ready to be molded.
Amanda GraceMots clés ann
It will never be true. Things have never been okay with us. Maybe if I'd paid attention, I would have seen that on our first few dates. Maybe I would have noticed his possessiveness; maybe I would have seen the way he wrapped around me, made me his entire world, his obsession. Maybe I would have felt the wight he placed on my shoulders, one tiny stone at a time.
Amanda GraceMots clés ann
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Felicity and Ann hunched over their ornaments as if they were fascinating relics from an archaeological dig. I note that their shoulders are trembling, and I realize that they are fighting laughter over my terrible plight. There's friendship for you.
Libba BrayMots clés humor friendship sarcasm doyle gemma felicity ann
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