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Forty-three Days Before
Still
staring at me, she said, “I try not to be scared, you know. But I still ruin
everything. I still fuck up.”
“OK,” I told
her. “It’s OK.” I didn’t even know what she was talking about any more. One
vague notion after another.
“Don’t you
know who you love, Pudge? You love the girl who makes you laugh and shows you
porn and drinks wine with you. You don’t love the crazy, sullen bitch.”
And there
was something to that, truth be told.
It's the harsh truth. I really really like it <3
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