Kaitlyn Nelson

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infused with the awareness that I was always going to leave, that we both knew, on some level, that the urge had always been in me. I must, I now see, have driven her to distraction as a child: my intractability, my wildness, my irrational refusals, my craving for independence, my constant assertions of autonomy.
I Am, I Am, I Am: Seventeen Brushes with Death
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