“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
“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 high that let her out for awhile, every hour and day she had to be tough.… — 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
