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‘Love is like therapy, it only works when you believe in it.’ ‘But most importantly,’ she would echo, ‘it only works when you’re ready to work at it.’
And that, before they died, her mother had carried one of her intestines, and her daughter a lung, and for that reason, however much happiness she experienced, she would always struggle to eat and to breathe.

