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The teenage iterations of you are the worst, though thirteen is not as bad as the years that followed it; angst-ridden, messy, uncooperative.
Your mother looks back to you. When did her eyebrows turn gray? How have you missed these little details of her aging?
We all have ways of eating our lovers. I like mine over rice with vegetables and a hint of balsamic vinegar.
