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A new outside that humans had never even seen before. Roy let that sink in for a moment.
“Everything moves, everything ages, everything changes.
The end came on a Sunday.
“I know, but I hear that you want to finish this conversation, and I want to honor that,” he said. It was the phrasing her therapist had imposed on him during the one session Anjula had guilted him into attending.
There were so many things that were going to have to go right . . . and so few they could afford to have go wrong.
How long does something have to last for us to call it a success? They rose, they lasted for a while, they fell. Things don’t have to last forever.”
“We can live a billion different ways from here, but there’s only one path behind us. That was never going to change.”