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A boy at the beginning of a story has no way of knowing that the story has begun.
Kissing, Eleanor thinks, is not done any justice in books.
It is not the way of cats to interfere with fate.
I remember wondering if this story was an analogy about people who stay in places or relationships or whatever situations longer than they should because they’re afraid of letting go or moving on or the unknown, or how people hold on to things because they miss what the thing was even if that isn’t what that same thing is now.
