It’s Julie. It’s my best friend. I can’t deny her. Maybe part of me wanted to so I could step out of my life and into the one she built. I’m jealous of that life. I’m jealous of her. I always have been. And I’m jealous of Mae, her passion, her career, her apartment. The cute plants she has in hanging terrariums that she can keep alive and thriving while all my plants shrivel and die within days. I’m jealous of Molly and her zero fucks given. Of her stress-free existence out in Los Angeles. Of how she knows the place, how she speaks about the streets and the neighborhoods, maps out this other
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