And then this — the moment he calls my name — is the real moment everything changes.He is no longer St. Clair, everyone's pal, everyone's friend.He is Étienne. Étienne, like the night we met. He is Étienne; he is my friend.He is so much more.Étienne. My feet trip in three syllables. É-ti-enne, É-ti-enne, É-ti-enne. His name coats my tongue like melting chocolate. He is so beautiful, so perfect.
-Stephanie Perkins
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