"Cold one day, sweet the next; irresistibly flirty one moment, resistibly obnoxious the next."

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It could be enough, maybe, or at least a start, but the problem is that at night I tumble into dreams that aren't dreams at all. I tumble into memories and wake up aching for a dying world and a quiet, cold life that offered me nothing but sitting in a still room.

— Elizabeth Scott