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It's Not Fun To Keep Secrets, But Sometimes You Have To Do It To Protect Yourself. And To Protect People Around You. - Meredith, P112

Ezra Clapped His Hands. "all Right," He Said. "in Addition To The Books We're Reading As A Class, I Want To Do An Extra Side Project On Unreliable Narrators." Devon Arliss Raised Her Hand. "what Does That Mean?" Ezra Strode Around The Room. "well, The Narrator Tells Us The Story In The Book, Right? But What If... The Narrator Isn't Telling Us The Truth? Maybe He's Telling Us His Skewed Version Of The Story To Get You On His Side. Or To Scare You. Or Maybe He's Crazy!

But Mike Was Like A Bjork Song-all Happy And Giddy And Fun On The Surface, But Bubbling With Turmoil And Pain Underneath.

I Know These Are Going To Sound Like School Reading-list Suggestions, But If You Like Dystopian Fiction, You Should Check Out Some Of The Originals: Anthem, By Ayn Rand; 1984, By George Orwell; Or Brave New World, By Aldous Huxley.

Fine,' Aria Conceded. 'but *i'll* Carry Her.' She Grabbed The Baby Seeat From The Back. A Smell Of Baby Powder Wafted Up To Greet Her, Bringing A Lump In Her Throat. Her Father Byron, And His Girlfriend, Meredith, Had Just Had A Baby, And She Loved Lola With All Her Heart. If She Looked Too Long At This Baby, She Might Love Her Just As Much.