Cynthia Hand

But my anger was a slippery thing, like a fish I was trying to keep hold of, and it wiggled out of my grasp.


But my anger was a slippery thing, like a fish I was trying to keep hold of, and it wiggled out of my grasp.

– Cynthia Hand –

The Last Time We Say Goodbye

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