What a treacherous thing it is to believe that a person is more than a person. Margo was not a miracle. She was not an adventurer. She was not some fine, precious thing. She was a girl. It took me a long time to realize how wrong I was.
It’s a shame, don’t you think? All those strings inside him broke.
Margo always loved mysteries. And in everything that came after, I could never stop thinking… maybe she loved them so much… she became one.
Interesting capitalization.
Yeah, I’m a big believer in random capitalization. The rules are so unfair to the letters in the middle.
Bro, can we go?
What if it’s Margo?
What if it’s literally anything else?
