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" If one were to ask if Linus Baker was lonely, he would have scrunched up his face in surprise. The thought would be foreign, almost shocking. And though the smallest of lies hurt his head and made his stomach twist, there was a chance he would still say no, even though he was, and almost desperately so.
And maybe part of him would believe it. He'd accepted long ago that some people, no matter how good their heart was or how much love they had to give, would always be alone. It was their lot in life, and Linus had figured out, at the age of twenty-seven, that it seemed to be that way for him.
Oh, there was no specific event that brought along this line of thinking. It was just that he felt...dimmer than others. Like he was faded in a crystal-clear world. He wasn't meant to be seen. "
― T.J. Klune , The House in the Cerulean Sea
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" She buried her face in his neck, beard tickling his throat. "I am going to bury you right here," she sobbed. "I'm digging your grave, just so you know."
"I know," he said, rubbing a hand over her back. "I would expect nothing less."
"No one would ever be able to find you! And even if they did, it would be too late and you'd be only bones!"
"Perhaps we can hold off on that, for at least a little while, I have something important to say to all of you."
She sniffled. "Perhaps. But if I don't like what I hear, we come right back and you will climb inside the hole without arguing. "
― T.J. Klune , The House in the Cerulean Sea
