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“I hate the whole “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” saying. It’s bullshit. Sometimes what doesn’t kill you is worse. Sometimes what kills you is preferable. Sometimes what doesn’t kill you messes you up so bad it’s always a fight to make it through what you’re left with. What didn’t kill me didn’t make me stronger; what didn’t kill me made me a victim. But I made me stronger. I made me a survivor.”

“There's some kind of universal 'how to deal with a kidnapper as a girl' lecture?" "It goes along with telling us how to hold our keys between our fingers so we can stab people's eyes out with them if they attack us in parking lots," Iris says. "And checking the back seat of the car before we get into it in case there's someone hiding there," I add. "And how you should kick the brake light out of the back of a car if someone throws you in a trunk–" "That way you can wave your hand out, and the cars driving behind can see you and call 911." Wes stares at us. "That's really fucked up.”

“THE AMANDA EDICTS (Written by Nora & Iris, on the occasion of Wes & Amanda starting to date) 1: Don't interfere in Wes and Amanda's relationship (No snooping, Nora!) 2: Make sure to ask Amanda to do things with us (So she feels welcome) 3: Don't make Amanda feel excluded (No inside jokes, no focusing on old times, no being weird) 4: Don't do anything to make Amanda suspicious Becuase: 5: Amanda can never know the truth.”

“Sometimes when I sleep the girls play like old seventies home movies in my head, flickering and jerky, saturated with color that always look slightly artificial – –twirling through that insurance office, taking candy off the old ladies' desks as they titter and pretend not to notice. Rebecca is such a scamp. –double-bouncing on the trampoline. A girl's laughter. Not mine. Do it again! Do it again, I beg. Sure thing, Sammy! –the unforgiving press of the pew against my back, my head bent in prayer. Pastor Elijah tugs the sleeve of my sweater down to cover the bruises. Keep sweet, Haley. –the stifling air in Joseph's house. How my skin prickles when I step inside the first time. Don't you want to be a good girl, Katie? –the sand under my bare feet. The knife in my hand. Raymond's body feet away. The plan to get me out depends on it. What are you capable of, Ashley?”