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“Because grief is like a monster under your bed. It can stay hidden for a long time. You know it’s there. You think you have it at bay. But then, one day, you wake up and hear the noise, because it decides to come out. No matter how strong you think you’ve become, you panic when it crawls out, stands straight, and looms over you with its monstrous form. It suffocates you, presses down on you, and makes everything else disappear but the blackness. Deep. Scary. Drowning.”
― Lexi Ray, Outcast

“Hey, Ma. There’s this cute nerdy guy who rents a room from me. He’s cool. He’s an orphan, was in the service, is a former sniper, currently a bounty hunter, and is hunting your friend Reznik. Oh, and he totally shot me with a sedative the first night we met and lied his way into becoming my roommate.”
― Lexi Ray, Brooklyn Cupid