p.225
Am I freaking you out yet?
p.249
(growing pains)
p.294
The summer sun was not meant for boys like me. Boys like me belonged to the rain.
p.303
"I don't care about grandchildren. I care about Dante." [...] "I love Dante", he whispered. "I love that kid." [...] "They did that to my son."
p.318
"I don't know how to fight it, Dad"
"You should ask for help", he said.
"I don't know how to do that either."
— Sep 06, 2026 02:58AM
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