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Mom wasn't always in the mood for a bedtime story. But maybe if I won this youth violin competition, or did particularly well at the piano recital, I'd get one. My chances went up if other parents sincerely praised me in front of Mom. They weren't really stories so much as cultural proverbs. As a child I used to have whole stacks of these Chinese proverb story cards. They had a drawing on one side and the story written out in Chinese on the back.
White splotches against dusky skin, spreading and rising in irregular shapes. A relapse. Rem wants to laugh. Time is a cruel thing, he thinks. For six years, he lived as Taz’s shadow, bled for him, fought for him, killed for him. For ten years, he stood behind Taz, watching, aching, longing.