“The door didn’t open every day, but every time it did, I pushed it as far as it would go.”
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“The door didn’t open every day, but every time it did, I pushed it as far as it would go.”
“The moth doesn’t hear him, flies right back to the dads’ flamethrowers and you can’t stop it, can’t stop anything. To the moth all fire is sun.”
