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Oh my god. He'd held my hand the whole time.
STOP
SEBASTIAN There were days when I left the hospital and I didn't have any words left in me. It was like I had a specific allotment, a number that varied daily and was never shared with me until I'd surpassed it.
Felt
Good little girls who grew up into people-pleasing women didn't get that way through any innate altruism or feminine urge to keep the peace. We got there because we learned, at some point, that our needs were a problem best kept to ourselves. We were most worthy when our existence didn't bother anyone.
