But I know he’ll call, no matter what shape he’s in. Even when I hate him, I love him. Even when he stops calling, I hear his voice. Will is my only brother. Without each other – without the invisible thread that binds us together, no matter how weak or frayed it becomes – we are simply drifting, all alone, without anything like a compass to know where we’re headed.
-Jessica Warman
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