She doesn't know how to tell you that this is not her story. It’s something else built upon the myriads of people, the tangled fates of the world. This is everyone’s story. But she knows that some people need something to look forward to when they look at something, and she will tell you that if you are a specifics kind of person, this story will give you her song: the melody of how she stopped being so foolish and how it all left her broken and new.
His name is Peter Hankshaw, this is something he suggested.
But it will always be her song.
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