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And So Much Depends, I Told Augustus, Upon A Blue Sky Cut Open By The Branches Of The Trees Above. So Much Depends Upon The Transparent G-tube Erupting From The Gut Of The Blue-lipped Boy. So Much Depends Upon The Observer Of The Universe.

Different Authors Write Different Ways, Have Different Relationships With Their Audiences, And Those Are All Legitimate.

The Whole Pleasure Of Being In A State Of Unknowing Is That As Long As You Don’t Know, All Possible Outcomes Feel As If They Are Happening.

She Was Not An Adventure, She Was Not A Fine And Precious Thing. She Was A Girl.

Everything That Comes Together Falls Apart.