And yes, that is lovely, and yes, I was a very repressed and strange girl who had never really connected with another human being, so I’m probably being overly poetic, because I also distinctly remember moments when I thought, I’m going to die in Coalfield. The summer will never end, and I will never leave, and no matter how many posters we hang up, I’ll never get out of here. And there were times when I thought, Zeke, goddammit, get me the fuck out of here, but I was so scared that when he left, he would forget me.
