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It’s not weak to cry, Daddy used to say. It’s human.
“So maybe tears aren’t just for humans.”
If adolescence was the rough draft, this finished product is a masterpiece of symmetry and beautifully sketched lines.
We were just kids, and of course he made a life without me, just like I made a life without him, but my heart still sinks like an anchor to the ocean floor.
