“Well, how do things work here? How do they work? Will one of you please explain it to me? Because sometimes I feel like I've gone through the fucking looking glass.”
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“And if our dreams get broken along the way... we have to make new ones from the pieces.”
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“There's nothing you can't do, love. Nothing.”