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“I don’t understand this at all,” Linus complains, taking her hand and walking out to the car with her. “Do you even like Gothic poetry?”

“Well,” she says, “I listen to Evanescence sometimes. But also to Toybox. Actually, I can listen to anything I want to now. So the matter is ambiguous!”

“Because I was thinking,” says Linus Evans, “that everybody wants to kill or fight or imprison me; and I clutch, bleakly, at the walls of my home; I fall, like a sparrow; but God’s eyes, that would watch a sparrow, don’t watch me.”

“That’s just aces,” says Amelia distractedly, causing Linus Evans to love her from that moment on.

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