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I was constantly tripping over a Saturday that had no purpose and belonged to nobody.
“Sorry,” I say, because an absolute rule of the universe is that when you are about to correct someone, you must always apologize first.
Alexa, how do you break a car window? Alexa, how do you have a baby all alone?
In the beginning, we were like electric eels, crackling against each other. Even our ankles and shoulders and upper arms sizzled every time they collided.

