And I put my hand on her arm to stop her rowing. Aaron’s Noise roars up in red and black. The current takes us on.“I’m sorry!” I cry as the river takes us away, my words ragged things torn from me, my chest pulled so tight I can’t barely breathe. “I’m sorry, Match
— Patrick Ness
The Knife of Never Letting Go
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