Kansas was the cheerless gray of lonesome clouds, empty windows, and lost hearts.
People only fight over imaginary things.
Shadow felt that he needed to say something: I love you, or please don't go, or I'm sorry. The kind of words you use to patch a conversation that had lurched, without warning, into the dark places.
"I miss you", he admitted. "I'm here", she said. "That's when I miss you most. When you're here. When you aren't here, when you're just a ghost from the past or a dream from another life, it's easier then"
holding on tightly, hoping that the music would never stop, the carousel would never slow, the ride would never end
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