Taryn Clutter

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I was also so lonely that it hurt; I could feel the loneliness in my bones. On the outside, I looked like the luckiest man alive, so there were only a few people I could complain to without being told to shut up, and even then … nothing could fill the hole inside me.
Friends, Lovers, and the Big Terrible Thing
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