I couldn’t stop. I swear I couldn’t stop. “You don’t belong anywhere at all! And I’m sorry for you, I really am.” She didn’t even blink. She just stood there, looking at me. And while she was looking at me, and while I was still yammering, I learned a terrible thing. The worst thing in this world is not to lose all you have. The worst thing in this world is not having your heart broken. Loss passes, pain passes—even heartbreak passes. The very worst thing in this world is to hurt a heart that cares for you. I know that now.
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