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Oh, how exhausting it was to let someone adore you.
We’d all turned our backs on privilege, but comfortably, the way you can when you still have access to
Well, monkeys like me, I’d find myself thinking during the next few months, whenever I felt lonely or unappreciated.
Their house had real hardcover books in it, and you often saw them lying open on the sofa, the words still warm from being read.
Bumfucchio, Italy.
