"We spent all those years talking about stuff we had in common, and the last few months noticing all the ways we were different and it broke both of our hearts."

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Rain was coming down in sheets. I could hear it, on the concrete outside and on the old building above me. It creaked and swayed in the spring thunderstorm and the wind, timbers gently flexing, wise enough with age to give a little, rather than put up stubborn resistance until they broke. I could probably stand to learn something from that.

— Jim Butcher