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Jett takes my hand, my palm pressed against hers, and the trembling stills. She pulls me to my feet. "Come on. I've got a lot of angel numbers to show you." We love you, Lethe! We love you, Lethe! We love you, Lethe, and all your weird parts, and every drop of blood in your veins.