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I love the way her eyes spark when we’re talking or when she’s telling me something she wants me to know, the way she mouths the words to herself when she’s reading and concentrating, the way she looks at me as if there’s only me, as if she can see past the flesh and bone and bullshit right into me that’s there, the one I don’t even see myself.
—  Jennifer Niven, All The Bright Places