“You’re not replaceable. You’re remarkable.” She bites her lip at my words but continues to look at me. “Believe me when I say that. There’s a reason you stand out—and it’s not because of your hair and tattoos. It’s because you’re you. I know it may not mean a lot coming from a fuckup like me, but believe it. The people who don’t see that, they’re the replaceable ones.”
