“Okay,” he said, trying to think clearly, bluntly. “I want to live my own life. And I want you to live
your own life. Separately.”
“But you are my life!” she said, breaking into frustrated tears. “You became my life on the day you
were born. You’re part of me, you and Eve, the most important part of me. How can I separate from
that?”
Lincoln didn’t answer. His mother walked past him out of the room.
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— Jun 24, 2016 01:53AM
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