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288 pages, Hardcover
First published March 5, 2013
"If my brain’s the arena, my thoughts are the rabid caged dogs in the wings, whipped into a fury. As long as I don’t acknowledge them, I can keep them at bay until I go to bed, at which point they show up as nightmares and tear themselves apart."
"The only way female fighters could possibly interest anyone is if there’s a chance they’ll rip each other’s clothes off. Nobody will just let us fight."
"If a girl punches someone, she’s crazy. If a guy punches someone, he’s dealing with his feelings. He’s normal."
The brass section and drums take over for a second, a fast, erratic, rat-a-tachycardia, and the band moves into the distance until it disappears completely.
”What the hell are you doing, Daryl?”
“Just empty the register! Shut up.”
I haven’t cried about the diner I have no feelings I’m not human Mom keeps telling me to have a good cry but something in me got turned off like a switch and now other people can tell I’m not normal, I’m heartless.
Low to the ground is comforting; standing up is bad.
"My black belt represents everything I could've done and everything I didn't do, the only time it really mattered."
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