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Perhaps grief is like battle: After experiencing enough of it, your body’s instincts take over. When you see it closing in, you harden your insides. You prepare for the agony of a shredded heart. And when it hits, it hurts, but not as badly, because you have locked away your weakness, and all that’s left is anger and strength.
—  Sabaa Tahir, A Torch Against the Night