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"I do know that I don't want to wake him.We were up very late last night."
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"I do know that I don't want to wake him.We were up very late last night."
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"Beautiful enough to lure in prey, he said. Strong enough to clamp down and destroy, he said."
"I'm not sure. But there's something about the darkness, the stillness of this hour, I think, that creates a language of its own. There's a strange kind of freedom in the dark; a terrifying vulnerability we allow ourselves at exactly the wrong moment, tricked by the darkness into thinking it will keep our secrets. We forget that the blackness is not a blanket; we forget that the sun will soon rise. But in the moment, at least, we feel brave enough to say things we'd never say in the light."
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