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You´re so full of crap, you could pass for a toilet.

Ethan Wate! Are you listenin´ to me? You better get yourself down here yesterday, or you won´t be havin´ breakfast again this week.

Aunt Grace motioned towards the garage door. "Ethan, you be a good boy and pull the Cadillac around, ya hear. We just have ta put on our faces."

Yeah, that would get me out of trouble, around the same time the sun exploded and the solar system died.

"Look, there´s something going on here. The dreams, the song, the smell, and now the locket. It´s like we´re supposed to be friends."
"Did you just say, the smell?" She looked horrified. "In the same sentence as friends?"
"Technically, I think it was a different sentence."

"They bother me. And that´s why I´m stupid. That makes me exponentially more stupid than stupid. I´m stupid to the power of stupid."
"That´s the stupidest thing I´ve ever heard."

Just as I Iay back, she sat up. I sat up, and she flopped back down. Awkward.

I took a breath and vaulted up the rest of the stairs, two at a time. Figured I increased my odds of not falling through them by fifty percent if I only landed on half of them.

(...) the house was leaning over like an arthritic, old woman.
(..)
Thick ivy grew so densely over the exterior walls that in some places it was impossible to see the windows underneath. As if the grounds had swallowed up the house itself, trying to take it back down into the very dirt it had been built upon.

The gate creaked open. And then, nothing happened. No lightning, no combustion, no storms. I don´t know what I was expecting, but if I had learned anything about Lena by now, it was to expect the unexpected, and to proceed with caution.