[ oh. she pretends to trace the word potential in the air. it's empty. it all feels empty now.
did she ever live up to silco's potential? could she ever? even if he never looked down on it, the castles he built in his mind . . . she has no way of imagining them herself. ]
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did she ever live up to silco's potential? could she ever? even if he never looked down on it, the castles he built in his mind . . . she has no way of imagining them herself. ]
in your hands?