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When I look at him, it feels like fear. His eyes are green and full of shadows. His mouth is beautiful. He leans towards me and I know. I know. It hasn't happened yet, but it's going to.
Number eight is love.
Cal says that humans are made from the nuclear ash of dead stars. He says that when I die, I'll return to dust, glitter, rain.