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I don't turn around, talking instead to the Carla in the mirror. "Are you sure about this? You don't think it's too risky anymore?"

 "You trying to talk me out of it?" She comes over and puts a hand on my shoulder. 

"Everything's a risk. Not doing anything is a risk. It's up to you." I look around my white room at my white couch and shelves, my white walls, all of it safe and familiar and unchanging. I think of Olly, decontamination-cold and waiting for me. He's the opposite of all these things. He's not safe. He's not familiar. He's in constant motion. 

He's the biggest risk I've ever taken.

- Everything, Everything

Nicola Yoon

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