Because I'm not enough, she thought. That was the terrible echo shouting up at her: Fraud, fraud, fraud. She got drunk and talked too much and danced on tables. She had a temper and a sharp tongue, and she often blurted out things she instantly regretted. Worst of all, she suspected that was who she truly was-not so much a bright young thing as a messy young thing.
( Libba Bray )
[ Before the Devil Breaks You ]
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