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“Why are there so many romantic songs about the spring? I hate the spring. The snow melts, and everything smells like thawing dog shit. Don’t you dare write any romantic songs about springtime, Aubrey. It would kill me, and dying once is bad enough.”
It is odd how much we want to be in love when you think about how much anxiety comes with it, like a tax on money you won in the lottery.
It’s funny how tired I was, even though I hadn’t done anything except stare at a computer all day. Grief is hard work. It’ll run you down like you spent the day digging ditches. Or digging graves, I guess.
