“Sometimes, I think I’m still a shitty first draft.” Logan asks probing questions about the story, gives a few suggestions about the beginning, and it feels like they’re girls again, passing a single sheet of paper between them to create new worlds. “I think I might be a shitty first draft too,” Rosemary confesses as they’re falling asleep. Logan scoots closer to her in bed. “I think you’ve been rewriting yourself bit by bit this entire trip.”
