Pg. 137
“If I could cry, it might make things easier. But what would I cry over? Who would I cry for? I was too self-centered to cry for other people, too old to cry for myself.”
“Autumn finally arrrived. And when it did, I came to a decision. Something had to give: I couldn’t keep on living like this.”
— Sep 24, 2023 03:51PM
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