"My body is just a vessel that my soul inhabits, attached to a shell that it'll one day leave. And when that day comes, I won't care to let that shell go. I carry my body around because I have to, not because it's a choice. But when I possess something meaningful, I'm choosing to hold on to it. Carrying something meaningful in my skin is effortless but holding onto something that I could lose—that takes devotion."
― H.D. Carlton
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Sloane Kingston
We have to move our planning room to your house," I said, my tone dead serious as I spoke into the phone.
There was a brief pause on the other end before Noah's voice came through, concerned and cautious. "What happened?"
