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But Park’s face was like art. And not weird, ugly art either. Park had the sort of face you painted because you didn’t want history to forget it.
If she showed him how much she needed him, he’d run away.
Eleanor was right: She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
—Eleanor & Park, Rainbow Rowell