The death of a child trumped infidelity. The death of a child trumped everything.
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It turns out a novel isn't the worst place to hide things.
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All the stories go with you, Franny thought, closing her eyes. All the things I didn't listen to, won't remember, never got right, wasn't around for.
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"He turned out to be a worrier," Teresa said. She was trying not to pant. "It's strange, when you think about all the worry he caused us, that he would turn around and worry."
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There's no protecting anyone. Keeping people safe is a story we tell ourselves.
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For the vast majority of the people on this planet, the thing that's going to kill them is already on the inside.
