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“The boys had this way of knowing what the other was thinking without ever using words. "Because it's like that when you're fourteen," he said. The superpower of being young is that you're closest to being nothing - which is also the same as being very old.”

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Book:The Emperor of Gladness
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The Emperor of Gladness

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