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" There was a night when we were down by the water. Across the way we could see the geometric glitter of the Financial District, and I was staring at all the little pin prick windows, reminding myself that every light might have a person under it, and every person had a story, and the city was full of people whose lives were nothing like mine. It was supposed to make me feel less alone, I guess, but instead I was thinking that none of those people, not one, could understand what I was. "
― Melissa Albert , The Night Country (The Hazel Wood, #2)