“Sometimes I feel like I’m drowning again,” her voice is quiet but clear. Her words gut me, making the regret that lies at the hearth of the fire that’s been burning in me for so many weeks expand. “You can’t allow that moment to define your future.” She faces the windshield. “My fear of drowning keeps me from going out on the water, but things between my parents have had me thinking for weeks. Marine biologists aren’t exactly a booming market. It’s tough to get jobs in the field and tougher to get one with cetology. I don’t want to have to rely on someone else to support me.” “Fuck that. Fuck
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