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None of it would happen: everything I’d dreamed of. Nothing would ever happen. It was me who was going to disappear as soon as I looked away. And even though it hadn’t yet happened, I knew how that would feel. It was close by, that feeling; I could sense the breath of it, the brush of it. It was waiting until I was alone. Biding its time. It could afford to. It had singled me out and was about to claim me for the rest of my life.
- Queen of Subtleties