“Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. She exhaled, feeling the tension drain from her shoulders and arms. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. “Who, me? I scare you?” He asked. Do look at this tragedy in mauve, who has just come in. FOREWORD Forever Fifteen was born of a dream I had in 2002, a dream that was part nightmare.
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