How do I save myself, Duchess? I keep trying to tell them Duchess doesn’t exist beyond what can be put on the page, a tidbit at a time. That’s all there is or ever can be. It’s a grab bag of love and friendship and hope, as much as you can carry away in 140 characters, and it’s there for everyone who wants it, but behind the curtain, I’m a regular person standing by myself, and I don’t have anything else to give. Some of you have been coddled too long. I’m not cutting the crusts off these sentences for you anymore.
