How she still thought of Max every day and it was like someone had emptied her lungs of air, and she would catch at her heart, afraid she was dying.
Cassandra Clare
If you call an electric eel a rubber duckie, it doesn't make it a rubber duckie and God help the poor bastard who has a bath with the duckie.
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