Tana French Quotes
It Was-this Always Seems To Shock People All Over Again- A Happy Childhood. For The First Few Months I Spent A Lot Of Time At The Bottom Of The Garden, Crying Till I Threw Up And Yelling Rude Words At The Neighborhood Kids Who Tried To Make Friends. But Children Are Pragmatic, They Come Alive And Kicking Out Of A Whole Lot Worse Than Orphanhood, And I Could Only Hold Out So Long Against The Fact That Nothing Would Bring My Parents Back And Against The Thousand Vivid Things Around Me, Emma-next-door Hanging Over The Wall And My New Bike Glinting Red In The Sunshine And The Half-wild Kittens In The Garden Shed, All Fidgeting Insistently While They Waited For Me To Wake Up Again And Come Out To Play. I Found Out Early That You Can Throw Yourself Away, Missing What You've Lost.
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