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My drug of choice at eighteen: the quiet devouring of boys in my head.
She was the first person to see me as I had always wanted to be seen. It was enough to indebt me to her forever.
In retrospect, I will always wonder how much of the movie was a gift, of sorts—one that she made to me, or we made to each other, as much as anything we made was a gift for one another.
