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"You know I'm right", Wren said.
Cath shook her head, "I don't".
"Cath..."
"Please don't make me do this alone."
"You're never alone," Wren said, sighing again. "Ерфеэы еру црщду агслштп зщште ща рфмштп ф ецшт ышыеукю@

And sometimes you held somebody`s hand just to prove that you were still alive, and that another human being was there to testify that fact.

“You’re not a book person. And now you’re not an Internet person? What does that leave you?”
Levi laughed. “Life. Work. Class. The great outdoors. Other people.”

“Well, I can’t just let you in,” she blurted.
“Why not?”
“I don’t even know you.”
“Are you kidding?” He laughed. “We met yesterday. I was in the room when you met me.”
“Yeah, but I don’t know you. I don’t even know Reagan.”
“Are you going to make her wait outside, too?”

“I still wish you’d get a dog,” she said.
“I’d never remember to feed it.”
“Maybe we could train it to feed you.”

Cath was pretty sure that Levi actually was the brightest thing in the room, in any room. Bright and warm and crackling - he was a human campfire.

- Are you kidding? I'm untrustworthy person in this relationship. I'm all hands.

• I've seen no evidence of that, Cather.
• In my head, i'm all hands.
• I want to live in your head.

She wanted to tackle him and roll around in him like a cat in a field of daisies.

To really be a nerd, she's decided, you had to prefer fictional worlds to the real one.

"That's great", Cath said, trying not to let her face show how much she wanted to kiss and kill him.

She liked listening to him - though sometimes she hated listening to him talk to other people. She hated the way he passed out smiles to everyone he met like it didn't cost him anything, like he'd never run out. He made everything look so easy.

“I feel sorry for you, and I'm going to be your friend."
"I don't want to be your friend," Cath said as sternly as she could. "I like that we're not friends."
"Me, too. I'm sorry you ruined it by being so pathetic.”

Underneath this veneer of slightly crazy and mildly socially retarded, I'm a complete disaster.

“Levi is one of my best friends, and I’m your only friend, and I don’t want this to get weird.”
“Too late,” Cath said. “And you’re not my only friend.”
“I know—” Reagan rolled her eyes and waved a hand in the air. “—you’ve got the whole Internet.”

С возвращением сестры мир Кэт словно вернулся на место. Весь год она будто свисала с пола, пытаясь не упасть на потолок. Теперь Кэт могла позвонить Рен когда угодно. Без лишних раздумий или тревог.

– Нет ничего более глубокого, чем создание чего-то из ничего. ... Именно так поступает Бог – и мать. Нет ничего более опьяняющего, чем создание чего-то из ничего. Создание чего-то из самой себя.

– В колледже время идет иначе, – рассудил он, – особенно на первом курсе. Слишком много событий. Месяц первокурсница равняется шести обычным – это как для собаки.

– Что еще за "Треугольный дом"? – спросила Кэт.
– Братство инженеров, – сказала Рин.
– Они что, напиваются и возводят мосты?
– Они напиваются и проектируют мосты, – поправила Рин.