Why is this so hard?” I whispered. His pulse leaped crazily at my admission. “Everything worth fighting for is hard.
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Can’t clean up after you anymore, baby brother, so don’t punk out. Make it count.
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...the dead have a way of becoming saints in the eyes of their survivors...
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Ethan was loyal and funny and protective. When we were little, he was the brother most likely to make me cry—and mostly likely to wipe away my tears.
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When I was a child, all problems had ended with a single word from my father. A smile from him was sunshine, his scowl a bolt of thunder. He was smart, and generous, and honorable without fail. He could exile a trespasser, check my math homework, and fix the leaky bathroom sink, all before dinner. For the longest time, I thought he was invincible. Above the petty problems that plagued normal people. And now he was gone.
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Some things are private. Some things needed to be said, even when the person who needed to hear them couldn’t hear anything. Ever again.
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