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People are allowed to change, he thought, less like a belief he agreed with and more like an argument he was desperately trying to make to the jury of himself.
Roman said, mostly to himself, “I think people are all big mess and the sooner we realize that, the better. Psh.”
Of course, the one person he didn’t want to be with was himself.
Having friends meant not being alone with himself. Because Owen was certainly not his own friend. But they were his friends. They had his back, even when he didn’t have his own.
Sometimes friendships didn’t break in some big dramatic way. Sometimes they just dried out, curled up like a leaf on the ground, and turned to dirt.
