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1 " It occurred to me then that maybe Wil Hines didn't have blood in his veins like everyone else. Maybe he was made of Florida things: grains of bleached sand, sea foam, and salt. Wind and sun. Maybe he was made of the things he loved best. "
― Meg Haston , The End of Our Story
2 " I turn away from him, and I'm slow to leave, even though I should be bolting for the door. But it's the last time we'll be here like this, just the two of us and real music on the stereo, and I miss us so much that the broken version is better than nothing at all. "
3 " I hated how she lived everywhere: in the halls and on my voice mail and scrawled across pages and pages of yellow legal paper. Everything reminded me of who we weren't anymore. "
4 " It's a Generic Teenager thought, not a Real Me thought. "
