“Unpaid bills, a stone with my name chiseled in it along with the from and the to, some overdue library books, and stuff picked so clean for so long everybody thinks it was somebody else’s before it got to be theirs? Is that what comes of all of this except for the darkest villains and the loudest saints? Not in this heart. This heart is alive. Hearts that think that died on arrival and don’t have the good sense to stop beating.”
Me….another 3 o’clock in the morning talking to make myself think moments.
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