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“Suffering is cheap as clay and twice as common. What matters is what each man makes of it.
None of them were easy or soft or simple. They were like me, nursing hurts and hidden wounds, all broken in different ways. We didn’t quite fit together. We had edges so jagged we cut each other sometimes,
You keep storing up all that anger and grief. Eventually it spills over. Or you drown in it.”
“You move forward, and when you falter, you get up. And when you can’t, you let us carry you. You let me carry you.”
They had an ordinary life, full of ordinary things – if love can ever be called that.

