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“Look back for too long and you’ll end up with a mess of broken dreams and a crick in your neck.”
Men were always there for the fun parts, she thought. Women were always left to pick up the pieces.
In a world that was determined to forget, someone had to do the remembering.
“Sorry, Officer. My family is prone to temporary bouts of insanity, and I suppose it’s finally caught up with me.
