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There is an unfair responsibility that comes with being an only child—you grow up knowing you aren't allowed to disappoint, you're not even allowed to die. There isn't a replacement toddling around; you're it. It makes you desperate to be flawless, and it also makes you drunk with the power.

The funny thing about having a name is that you begin to think of yourself as a solid thing that continues to exist instead of just a stream of experiences.

“For some time I shared my bed with a Catholic, and nothing good came of it.”

Yes, I’m normal about this trilogy.