Just before folding up the piece of paper
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she’d used to write her message, she said, “Even when it feels like the world is ending around us, clocks still move, and hearts still beat. We run in circles – small repetitive circles that define our lives. Where mine ends, yours begins. And we will never separate, because we are one story.” She looked out into the crowd and met Larson’s eyes. “All four of us. Forever.

Autore: Megan Duke