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“Does it ever stop hurting?” she asked. His green eyes glinted. “No. It never stops hurting. Grief is a knife blade. In time the sharpest edges may grow dull. And your heart may learn to beat around it. But the blade cannot be pulled out. It reshapes you on the inside. You can be whole again. But you cannot ever be the same.”

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Beauty & the Beast

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