How is destruction beautiful?” He asked in a challenging tone.”You may think that a broken egg is ugly and messy,” she answered, “but the cake it goes into is beautiful and won’t hold together without it.””Eggs don’t get blown up. They get broken.””You’ve never seen me bake,” she replied with a smirk.

How is destruction beautiful?” He asked in a challenging tone.”You may think that a broken egg is ugly and messy,” she answered, “but the cake it goes into is beautiful and won’t hold together without it.””Eggs don’t get blown up. They get broken.””You’ve never seen me bake,” she replied with a smirk.

– Amy Neftzger –

The Orphanage of Miracles

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