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20 pages, ebook
First published June 20, 2017
"Hopes he won't ask her to tag along, because right now she'd say yes and there's something about this guy that would break her if he ends up being a disappointment."

"‘You feel lonely sometimes?’ Always, she wants to say. Worse is when she feels lonely in the company of others. The ache of it makes her feel weary. Like she isn’t nineteen. More like a hundred."
"One night he cries and she doesn’t know whether it’s because of the bodies they found in a paddock two ks out of town, or because his car got him as far as a town that’s soaked with despair. She holds him in her arms and feels the shudders.
‘Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay.’
He clings to her and being this needed feels better than sex. It’s when Rosie knows she has to leave this place. Because she could easily love this guy. It’s what Rosie does best. She loves broken people who damage her in return."
“We make weird friends,” I say instead.
“I’ve never been into the f-word with people.”
“I’m privileged, then? Why me?”
He thinks for a moment and then shrugs again.
“You’re the realest person I’ve ever known.”
“Is that good or bad?”
“It’s fucking awful. There’s not much room for bullshit, and you know how I thrive on it.”
We laugh for a moment and begin walking again.
-Saving Francesca