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181 " This is, of course, how they want us: panicked, weak, and separated. We are easier to kill that way. "
― Lauren Oliver , Pandemonium (Delirium, #2)
182 " That is what hatred is. It will feed you and at the same time turn you to rot. It "
183 " Up,” Rat-man repeats. I wonder if these are the only words he knows—stand, walk, up, down. The platform is at eye level. I place my hands "
184 " you take, we will take back. Steal from us, and we will rob you blind. When you squeeze, we will hit. This is the way the world is made now. We "
185 " No one can tell us no. No one can make us stop. We have picked each other, and the rest of the world can go to hell. Julian "
186 " I said, tell me a story. "
187 " It’s so good I could cry, and Sarah actually does cry, sitting and sobbing in front of her plate. "
188 " Later: I’m seeing everything in pieces and fractions, like a series of photographs shuffled randomly together. "
189 " Because,” she says, “I said so.” I "
190 " and I’m thrown backward. I land on my left elbow, hear it crack. Pain splinters through me. A Scavenger looms over me. Impossible to say whether "
191 " He has been watching me sleep. I feel embarrassed and angry and flattered at the same time. I wonder "
192 " amplified siren. I make it to the old subway entrance. "
193 " We’ll be asking the questions,” the pale man says, and smiles. He has dark-spotted gums, and yellow teeth. "
194 " Really,” I say, and she smiles at me—small, tight, relieved. It’s an honest smile. I add, “But I don’t want to be like you either.” Her "
195 " see it is because her tongue is glinting with metal. Metal studs, metal rings, metal wires: all of it looping on and around her tongue, making her look like she has swallowed barbed wire. Julian "
196 " taken. No wonder Tack insisted I bring The Book of Shhh; he left clues for me in it. "
197 " Tack’s umbrella—the one he pushed into my hands, and insisted I bring, on a cloudless day. My "
198 " I fold the memory carefully inside of me. I bury it down deep. “Lift "
199 " Esa es la cosa sobre enamorarse, sólo hay una opción después de eso. "
200 " and a stack of plastic cups meant for urine samples. I grab one and fill it partially with water, then head back into the hall. Two "