knowing


Before Mack, before Bob, even before Ruby, I know that Stella is gone.


I know it the way you know that summer is over and winter is on its way. I just know.


Stella once teased me that elephants are superior because they feel more joy and more grief than apes.


“Your gorilla hearts are made of ice, Ivan,” she said, her eyes glittering. “Ours are made of fire.”


Right now I would give all the yogurt raisins in all the world for a heart made of ice.

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