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“But how can she change a person like that? said Victoria.

She just can. I'd never have thought before, ever, that I could hate music and want to leave it behind, but now--

Lawrence Prewitt, said Victoria. Her voice was shaking, but she stood up and put on such a fierce dazzle that even Donovan seemed to wake up. Don't you dare ever start talking like that again, or when I get out of here, I'll leave you behind with the gofers. Lawrence smiled. I've missed your threats, Vicky.”
― Claire Legrand, The Cavendish Home for Boys and Girls

“I know it's hard," Jovie said gently. "You've probably spent a long time felling like you don't belong, like you weren't a part of the world around you. But that's the drift talking." She motioned to her friends, to the crowded fort with it's warm light. "And this is how we fight it.”
― Kevin Emerson, Drifters

“I think that home is a thousand different things that shift and change and stay the same. It's where you're from and where you're longing for and where you love and where you belong and where you're coming back to and sometimes it's everything and it's everywhere.”
― Katya Balen, Ghostlines

“But you’re supposed to play music, obviously,” said Victoria.
Lawrence looked at her in surprise.
“You mean it? I thought you hated it.”
“I do mean it,” said Victoria. She felt pretty shocked herself. “It’s annoying sometimes—well, a lot of the time, really—but it’s obviously the thing you’re best at, so why shouldn’t you do it?” Embarrassed at how happy Lawrence looked, she tried to smooth the wrinkles out of her dirty pajamas. “I mean, it’s only logical, isn’t it?”

“If you weren’t, well, you—I’d want to kiss you right now.”
It was fortunate that the room was so dark. Victoria’s cheeks turned bright red.
“Well,” she said. “Well.”
― Claire Legrand, The Cavendish Home for Boys and Girls