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Instead of going into the bar, where dark shadows sat sampling the tasty waters of oblivion,
Once, during the drinking phase, Wendy had accused him of desiring his own destruction but not possessing the necessary moral fiber to support a fullblown deathwish.
Dying was a part of living. You had to keep tuning in to that if you expected to be a whole person. And if the fact of your own death was hard to understand, at least it wasn’t impossible to accept.
God looks after drunks and little children.
The tears that heal are also the tears that scald and scourge.
