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“Mom you're not listening to me."
"I am, Clover." Her mother sucked in a harsh breath. "And you're wrong."
"How do you know?"
"Because I didn't raise you that way."
That way. Those two words had made Clover's world smaller than she'd ever thought possible. So small she felt as if she were suffocating.”
― Georgia K. Boone, I'll Be Gone for Christmas

“Maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there's a tomorrow. Maybe for you there's one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around it, let it slide like coins through you fingers. So much time you can waste it.
But for some of us there's only today. And the truth is, you never really know.”
― Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall