“Three: You don't know what it's like Seven: To do a cartwheel followed by a somersault followed by wishing so hard you could fold your hands into a pistol and no longer exist.” — Various authors Copy Share Image
“Three: You don't know what it's like Seven: To do a cartwheel followed by a somersault followed by wishing so hard you could fold… — Various authors Copy Share Image
“We dance. Sweet, downcast, through-the-lashes-glances bely every beating she got at thirteen, every lash of the tongue from her dad at fourteen, every heroin… — Various authors Copy Share Image
