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“He reaches up and presses my hand to his face. 'It's funny, isn't it, how I mocked you for your mortality when you're certain to outlive me.' 'You're not going to die,' I insist. 'Oh, how many times have I wished that you couldn't lie? Never more than now.” — Holly Black
He reaches up and presses my hand to his face. 'It's funny, isn't it, how I mocked you for your mortality when you're certain to outlive me.'
'You're not going to die,' I insist.
'Oh, how many times have I wished that you couldn't lie? Never more than now.