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61 " Whose fault was it? That’s the question on everyone’s mind, isn’t it? Nobody will ever say it out loud. It’s a question people would call inappropriate. The kind of thing where everyone tells you, “It’s nobody’s fault.” But is that even true? It’s only human nature to look for a place to lay the blame. Our fingers are more than ready to do the pointing, but it’s like we’re all blindfolded and spinning. What makes a person want to die? "
― Emily X.R. Pan , The Astonishing Color of After
62 " His boy smells wafted over; the sweetness of his deodorant, the smoky floral of some other product, and, beneath all that, a scent like the quiet grass at night. "