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She started drinking the beer. It tasted like he did, or the other way around, she supposed.
He lay on his bed numb with self-hatred, wondering if he’d ruined his life already, if there was a way he could still get out of this and be normal.
I suppose that’s what everybody wants, isn’t it. To be like everybody else. But nobody is like everybody else. That’s the one thing we have in common.
He felt like he’d been initiated into a secret cult – a group of people who outwardly looked like everybody else, but who concealed a miraculous secret: they were in love.
If I was going to live – if I was going to stay alive another day – I realized I had to let the world in.
What solace has a ghost for another ghost
