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““So was I.””

Wtf. Why did the mom just not let the grandparents in her life. That’s wild.

“It’s enough, August decides. To have her like this, here, for now. Time, place, person.”

““I’m repressing it!” She yanks a carton of leftover sesame chicken out and pops the top, shoveling it into her mouth cold. “Let me repress it!” “I can see how you would think that is what you’re doing,” he says, sounding genuinely sorry for her.”

Dude she is fucked. Goes from kissing to acting like nothing happened.

“It’s not like she sees Jane physically disappear or reappear. Jane will take a step or a hop or—once in a moment of delirious frustration—a running leap through the open doors, and nothing happens. She doesn’t smack into an invisible barrier or vanish with a pop. She’s just there, and then she’s not.”

““Coffee Girl, don’t break my heart,” Jane says. So, August dances. And something happens when she starts dancing. Jane’s face lights up—really lights up, like Rockefeller Center’s Christmas tree, Frenchmen Street at two in the morning, full-scale sunshine.” This is insanely cute!