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and swapped the clothes that had divided us so neatly into classes back in high school—the jocks, the preps, the losers—in exchange for uniforms that made the distinction even clearer, but we were all still the same.
He probably came out of the womb, cut his own umbilical cord and said, “Milk, bitch.”
Losing her hurt. So did loving her.”