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Let her go, son.

(Shakes his head slowly.) No. It stops you from living . The way a stone lives. The way a wheel on a broken wagon lives—spinning in place, going nowhere, watching everything else rot and change around it. tuck everlasting play script

(Turning, defensive.) Papa, I’m just showing her— Let her go, son

You’re showing her a cage with no lock and calling it a key. (To Winnie.) Girl. What’s your name again? Let her go

Winnifred. Winnie Foster.

I want to see the ocean. And mountains. And cities that aren’t built yet.