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the day I caught the sickness of wanting to eat the world.
She was off the bed already, grabbing for my hand, and her hand was never something I turned down.
But like all confident people, it was only about 87 percent authentic. Doubt just lived on the outskirts of town instead of in the center, like it does for everyone else.
Family. Suddenly I felt like crying
We contain multitudes.
Annie said, was adding enough cream and sugar so that it was more like a milkshake.
She imagined the cup with coffee—enough milk and sugar so it tasted like a warm milkshake.
“Cate with a K,” and the other would reply, “Cate with a motherfucking K.”
But eventually—and it may take years, as it did for me—you discover ways to start giving again. Honestly, you’d be shocked at how many ways exist to give in this world if that’s all you’re looking for.
I’d let the pain and anger swell, then rage at the gods—all without making a sound.
“You just never fucking know what’s going to happen next in this life—okay?”
Amanda was waiting for me.
How sublime the feeling, to be known again.
