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People cried over endings, but sometimes you had to cry over new beginnings.
And they really thought so little of me? Of my family? That they would rat me out for five-hundy? For ten thousand, they totally would. But then they’d take me to get my number changed and we’d go out to eat afterward and have a good laugh.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” “Does anyone really know what they’re doing?”
The people we lose take a part of us with them . . . but they leave a part of themselves with us too.
