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I’m trying to take care of my mom, hoping that things will somehow get better, and most days, I feel like I can’t even take care of myself. I feel like a wreck. Like everyone is living their lives around me, the college dream, and I’m just pretendi—”
“I see you, Vivienne. I see you trying to hide yourself from me, from all of our friends. But I’m going to be here, even when you push me away. Even when you hate me for how annoying I am, for threatening those walls you’ve put up. I’m not going anywhere, baby. Even if all you need from me is to be your punching bag. You are not alone.”
“I have something serious to talk to you about.” “What?” he says, crossing his arms over his chest. “Should I get Viv a cat?”
Reese: I’m fucking nervous. My palms are sweating. Even my balls are sweaty. We’ve played in sold out stadiums, and I’m more nervous about this. Grant renames conversation to: OPERATION CAT DADDY Lane: 5535856611553585661155358566115535856611 Reese: Are you making fun of my child? Grant: No, I’m making fun of you. Lane: Hallie wants to know if
Reese: Yeah, I got a bunch of shit because I panicked. I bought like ten different kinds of food because they were all organic and non-GMO and fucking confusing so I just bought them all. Grant: It’s a cat.
