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81 " I closed my eyes, suddenly impossibly dizzy. And Finn reached out and touched my face.“Where did you go, Bonnie Rae?” he said softly.“What do you mean?” I liked the way his fingers felt on my skin and leaned into his palm. The dizziness abated instantly.“Sometimes you’re right there, right on the surface, full of life and so crazy and beautiful that it makes me ache.”His deep voice was melancholy, and I hated that I had caused it.“Then there are times, days like today,” he continued softly, “when you’re buried deep, and your beautiful face is just a house where you live. But the lights aren’t on, and the windows and doors are locked down tight. I know you’re in there, but I’m not with you. Maybe Minnie’s with you. But I don’t think so. You’re alone. And I wish you would let me in.”I climbed over the space between our seats and slid into his lap, laying my head on his shoulder, wrapping my arms around him as tightly as I could, breathing him in. I lifted the blinds on my metaphorical house, the one he described so well, and I gave him a glimpse inside. He continued driving, left arm wrapped around me, right arm on the wheel, and he settled his lips on my forehead. "
― Amy Harmon , Infinity + One
82 " Hey!” she said suddenly, her voice rising with her epiphany. “I know how we can make some room at the Infinity Hotel without making everyone move. I’ve officially solved the paradox. Call it Bonnie Rae’s Solution.”“Oh yeah?”“Yeah. We’ll all double up. Problem solved. You wanna double up, Infinity Clyde?” Finn was sure if he could see her face she would be waggling her eyebrows. She liked to tease. And she was damn good at it.Yeah. He wanted to double up. Instead he decided to poke back a little. “The problem is, when people double up, they start to multiply.”She giggled, and Finn found himself smiling in the dark.“And then we’re right back at square one,” he whispered. "
83 " What has he really said that’s so crazy? People like to throw words like crazy and emotionally unstable around when people are just . . . different. It’s a way to shut people up. It’s a way to control. Nothing scarier than someone who is bat shit. Nothing more intimidating than someone who is ‘mentally ill. "
84 " —did you hear that?” he asked, distracted.“Yes. I heard it.” Bonnie snickered. “How could I not? It blew the top layer of skin clean off my face. I won’t have to exfoliate any time soon. "