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She doesn’t save anyone anymore. That was the Angel part. Now she just sits beside you on the bus when you’re crying, doesn’t say a word, and you feel, for a moment, less alone.

That’s the Dred part, too. Not the fear of darkness—but the kindness of sitting in it with someone. angel youngs dred

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