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304 pages, Hardcover
First published July 11, 2023
I was spending most days watching SpongeBob SquarePants, reading novels about unlikable women behaving badly, and masturbating into a vegetative state.
My body felt like a period cramp plugged into an electric socket.
The wind blew me into oncoming traffic like a plastic bag.
I / ask Jessica what drowning / feels like and she says / not everything feels like / something else.
❝𝐵𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠.❞
❝𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑘𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑘𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑒.❞
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❝”𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑡ℎ𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔
𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠.”
“𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑗𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔.”
“𝐼 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙. 𝑌𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒
𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝑈𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟.”❞
❝𝐼’𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑆𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑎’𝑠 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝐼’𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝐷𝑒𝑏𝑏𝑖𝑒’𝑠. 𝐼 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑚𝑦 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡-𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑘 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑆𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑎, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝐷𝑒𝑏𝑏𝑖𝑒. 𝐵𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. ❞
❝”𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ,” 𝐼 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔.
𝑀𝑦 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑘 ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑.
“𝑃𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑.”
“𝑆𝑜 𝐼 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟. 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔.”
“𝑊𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑒?” ❞
Being Debbie’s sister was obliterating. It was also the closest thing to knowing who I was.