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“The scent is growing into more than just a problem. It invades. It swirls. It travels. It sticks to his nose. It concentrates, sometimes. They rarely touch. When they did, her wrist accidentally brushed against the front of his shirt, and he found himself tearing off the piece of fabric where her smell was most intense. He slipped it in his pocket, and now carries it everywhere. Even as he leaves to avoid her.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Bride

“Simone said, "Do me a favor. Picture a map of the world."
I was not in the mood. She said, "Just picture it." So I did.
And she said, "And you're in L.A. You're a blinking light, you with me so far?"
And I said, "Sure."
"And you know you blink brighter than anybody. You get that, don't you?"
And I said, "Sure." Just humoring her.
And then she said, "And then in New York today, and London on Thursday and Barcelona next week, there's another blinking light."
"And that's you?" I said.
She said, "That's me. And no matter where we are, no matter what time of day it is, the world is dark and we are two blinking lights. Flashing at the same time. Neither one of us flashing alone.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, Daisy Jones & The Six