“Dex, listen to me. Eventually, you won’t just be grappling with decisions you’re currently making. You’ll be wrestling with ghosts. Suffocating from decisions that were clearly mistakes in hindsight. It never gets easier. The load never gets lighter. Wealth will always be a malignant tumor, feeding off your soul. Greed grows, want grows, all while you starve what you actually need.” “Being?” His question comes out in a gruff whisper. “Love. But love isn’t about pretty girls and the pretty rings they want wrapped around their fingers. Love is about companionship.” “Grandma, I’m not looking
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