I thought a lot about what you said. That I need attention, that I need the world to love me. You’re right.” “We all need to be seen.” “Some,” he said, “more than others. Anyway, I thought about it and I realized, as I was belting away in Vincent Pryce’s karaoke demolition machine”—Tuesday snickered—“who I was searching for, dating all those creative boys, those ballerinas and singers, even Rabbit’s a musician. It was me. I was looking for who I used to be. For the ghost of myself. What I used to love, what I spent my life doing. So.” He squeezed her hand. “Why don’t I become the person I’m
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