“I’m not,” I said. “I’m fucking up everything. Everything I’ve done has been a mistake.”“Yes,” Ann said. “Probably. That’s what it means to be a person. It means you make horrible decisions, and you fuck everything up. It means you love people, and they leave. It means sometimes no one loves you at all. That’s […]
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