The Leftovers

by Tom Perrotta

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Kevin wanted to object on principle—he was pretty sure most people thought of their own youth as some kind of Golden Age—but in this case she had a point.

When your words are futile, you’re better off keeping them to yourself, or never even thinking them in the first place.

Now that she knew the truth, she could see that she’d lost a little less than she thought she had, which was almost like getting something back.