“You told me I was dead,” Claire said sadly.
Her moonbeam eyes were searching for comfort.
“Why don’t you want to be dead, too?”
From Chapter 17: A Devil in a Child’s Body of Nine Days
I used to believe in destiny, you know? I’d go to the bagel place, see a pretty girl in line, reading my favorite novel, whistling the song that’s been stuck in my head all week. And I would think “Hey, maybe she’s the one.” Now I think “I just know that bitch is going to take the last whole wheat everything bagel”. I stopped believing. It’s just everyday I believe a little less, and a little less, and that sucks. What do I do about that Scherbatsky?
– Ted Mosby, How I Met Your Mother
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