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“What else would I find if I shelled them like a pomegranate, sucked away at their seeds until I’d torn the exhaustion from their bones? What other names were wedded to the belongings that kept them safe? If I peeled back the neck of their borrowed jacket, would I find their father’s bleeding penmanship? Could I somehow earn theirs on the faded tag of my favourite shoes?”
― V. Ivan, In the End, You Kill Us Both