How To Kill Your Family
Bella Mackie
"On my first day here fourteen long months ago, she sat on my bunk, squeezed my knee with her horribly long fingernails and told me that she knew what I’d done, and thought it was fantastic."
"On my first day here fourteen long months ago, she sat on my bunk, squeezed my knee with her horribly long fingernails and told me that she knew what I’d done, and thought it was fantastic."
“I found three unearthed graves,” he said. “Someone dug them up.”
"A few minutes ago, I said Jacques Derrida’s name out loud."
"High in her hidden turret, concealed by oak trees on the steep hillside and disguised by its improbability on top of a supposedly normal house, the conversation was not going the direction Tempest had hoped."
"Maybe it will be all right. Maybe I’ve just become too used to it never being all right."
"His flagrant violations of our tobacco rules made it seem like he was trying to get caught. Or he was bad at being bad. Not like me."
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