“I’m sorry you lost all of that,” Gus said. He sounded sincere. “I’m sure you were good at it.” “I was,” I said with a shrug. “But I was also totally comfortable. I don’t know”—I shook my head; I hadn’t really talked about this with anyone before—“I kinda wonder if it was almost a good thing. How long would I have stayed there, doing the same thing—doing something that I always wanted to do for myself for another person?” “So that’s what you want to do?” Gus asked. He was looking at me intently, listening to everything I was saying. “Stuff with clothes?” I nodded. “I love making things, and I
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