"She belonged to me," Chris said simply. "She was, you know, all the things I wasn't. And I was all the things she wasn't. She couldpaint circles around anyone; I can't even draw a straight line. She was never into sports; I've always been." Chris lifted his outstretched palm and curled his fingers. "Her hand," he said. "It fit mine."
Jodi Picoult, The Pact
P.S: Também vos acontece lerem, verem e ouvirem coisas que parecem terem sido feitas para vocês?
Este excerto é uma dessas coisas.