P. 145: “Most nights, the only way I can fall asleep is to convince myself that this version of me will blink out of existence, and the Macy of tomorrow will be forced to take over. A carbon copy Macy. Burdened with all my memories, all my failures, left to deal with the mess I’d left behind. Poor thing. But, just like me, she’d only have to cope for one day.”
— May 02, 2026 11:47PM
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