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I’m a lot to take,” she says, “but I’m not going to change just so that I’m more datable.”
“But at the end of the day,” she says, and puts her hand outside the open window, letting the wind pass through her fingers, “being myself is enough. I’m enough.”
“Diarrhea is never free.”
“I loved her in the way we love in high school, sort of intensely, idealistically, and without knowing each other all that well.”
I’ve never been able to manage that type of calm, but he comes by it so naturally.”
I’ve never had casual sex. I’ve honestly never understood the impulse; sex is so supremely intimate. I give away a nonrefundable piece of myself, every time.
Nine weeks and three days and it’s already the love of my life.
