Why? I asked. All the horror, the sorrow, the fear had to come out our mouths, or it would have burst out of our skin and shattered our minds. We didn't get breakfast. I had to be seduced not by the color of someone's eyes, or the flawlessness of their face, but by a smile that had become dear to me, a conversation so familiar that it had become like music to me.
But you didn't feel that way when Micah moved in? she asked in a voice that had gone soft and small. You've drained yourself for me. I grabbed his arms, almost shook him. It was sharp, but it didn't hurt.
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