The Closet Nerd Network: Xavier was an ordinary child,

but he was special. A small boy held his mother's hand and kissed her brow softly as her soul whispered, "Good bye, my Avery. Be brave." He made no noise, there were no sighs or tears. Just the silence hanging heavily in the air could be felt. Avery knew his mother wouldn't have wanted him to cry. So he tried to be a big boy as he walked out of the room to tell his father and uncle Catherine Rousseau had left the world and an empty hole in their hearts.

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She's writing, she's writing,
She's writing a novel.
She's writing, she's weaving,
Conceiving a plot.
It quickens, it thickens.
You can't put it down now.
It takes you, it shakes you,
It makes you lose your thought.
But you're caught in your own glory.
You are believing your own stories.
Writing your own headlines.
Ignoring your own deadlines.
But now you've gotta write them all again.

You think she's an open book,
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
You think she's an open book,
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
Do you? Do you?

You want her, confront her.
Just open your window.
Unbolt it, unlock it,
Unfasten your latch.
You want it, confront it.
Just open your window.
All you really have to do is ask.

But you're caught in your own glory.
You are believing your own stories.
Timing your contractions.
Inventing small contraptions
That roll across your polished hardwood floors.

You think she's an open book,
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
You think she's an open book,
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
Do you? Do you?

You think she's an open book,
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
Do you? Do you? Do you?
(Open Book by Cake)

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