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But When It Came Right Down To It, The Skin Of My Wrist Looked So White And Defensless That I Couldn't Do It. It Was As If What I Wanted To Kill Wasn't In That Skin Or The Thin Blue Pulse That Jumped Under My Thumb, But Somewhere Else, Deeper, More Secret, And A Whole Lot Harder To Get.

Love Life Day By Day, Color By Color, Touch By Touch.

Then I Decided I Would Spend The Summer Writing A Novel. That Would Fix A Lot Of People.

It Is A Terrible Thing To Be So Open: It Is As If My Heart Put On A Face And Walked Into The World.

The One Thing I Was Good At Was Winning Scholarships And Prizes, And That Era Was Coming To An End.