
She sensed that he bore a heavier weight than most other people, and it gave her a strange, aching empathy for him. She honored herself with the idea that maybe he needed her, that maybe she was the one who could understand him.
...He had a look on his face that made her believe he was as far as he could be from the small boxy classroom with the stuttering fluorescent light, the gray linoleum floor, the one tiny window. I wonder where you come from, she thought. I wonder why you ended up in this place.
-Ann Brashares, My Name Is Memory
...He had a look on his face that made her believe he was as far as he could be from the small boxy classroom with the stuttering fluorescent light, the gray linoleum floor, the one tiny window. I wonder where you come from, she thought. I wonder why you ended up in this place.
-Ann Brashares, My Name Is Memory
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I love this passage. Almost enough to make me read the book. Almost.
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