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“into the third-floor concrete on Tower 2. Henrietta Brakes knew better. She remembered the courtyard between the four towers, kids kicking soccer balls as hard as they could at each other, cookouts before the weather got too hot each summer, the sound of Alma’s brother screaming as someone pumped a shotgun into his chest and left him spluttering in the centre of the grass, a dying star.”
― The Marigold
― The Marigold
“I think I’m just tired. Tired of how I am supposed to act,”
― The Marigold
― The Marigold
“You want to do nothing? Be nothing?” Henrietta asked. “More like, what if I just let things happen to me?” Cherry said. “Rather than, like, trying to make things go my way, trying to mould how the world is going to happen. To stop pretending I can control any of this. Kind of let chaos take its course. You know what I mean?”
― The Marigold
― The Marigold
“A blip that kept repeating was no longer a blip, it was a pulse.”
― The Marigold
― The Marigold
“They weren’t worthy. That’s what the seeds told themselves. They weren’t valued. And the city reinforced that, crushed them down into smaller and smaller spaces until they weren’t quite people, but weren’t animals either. People pitied animals, rescued them, took them off the streets, and made them part of the family. The seeds would never find that love.”
― The Marigold
― The Marigold
“It’s not stealing when you deserve it.”
― The Marigold
― The Marigold