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" I know, deep down, I am made of strong stuff. Rebuilt with it, at least, the way we all are over the years, with age and experience. Skin thickening, heart softening, patched up double in the places prone to breaking. A sum of all the things that have hurt us, scared us, sheltered, and delighted us. "
― Lia Louis , Dear Emmie Blue
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" I look down at my wet jeans, the old, squelching sandals, the towel around me, and bring a knuckle to my eye, crusted with dry-again mascara. "God. Look at me," I say, voice cracking. "Just look at me."
Eliot stares at me. And softly, into the silence of the car, he says, "I am. "
― Lia Louis , Dear Emmie Blue