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Kip closed his fingers around the ashes. “That’s not a wonder. That’s just life.”

He joined her on the observation deck. The mist made everything soft, blurry. She told him about Kip’s tugboat fantasy. She expected horror. Instead, he laughed—a dry, crumbling sound. wonder of the world david lindsay-abaire pdf

Cassandra always believed wonder was something you outgrew, like a belief in closet monsters or the idea that marriage was a verb. Her mother, a woman who collected snow globes of “forgotten wonders” (the second-largest ball of twine, the world’s saddest carousel), had died whispering, “Don’t let the ordinary win.” Kip closed his fingers around the ashes