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No fifty-fifty. Everything went to Mark, and nothing went to Louise because Mark deserves it and Louise, well, she can take care of herself. They could not see him the way he really was, the way Louise had seen him all her life.
Men do not need handouts
“Kakawewe!” Poppy screeched in a familiar, squeaky voice. “How do dee do?” Pupkin waved to Louise, dancing from side to side, on Poppy’s arm.
oh myyyyy
“What did your name used to be?” Barb asked. Pupkin stopped rubbing his lips on the M&M. “Freddie,” he said softly, as if he hadn’t heard it in a long time. Then louder: “Freddie.” “Oh my God,” Mark said.
Im so stupid omg
Being loved didn’t mean you were alive. People loved lots of inanimate things: stuffed animals, cars, puppets. Being alive meant something else. “Because you’re real, Pupkin,” Louise said. “And nothing real can last forever. That’s how you know you’re real. Because one day you die.”
time only moves in one direction, no matter how hard we wish it wasn’t so.
