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didn’t have to be perfect anymore, and that came as a strange sort of parting gift. A gift I hadn’t asked for and didn’t want. But I’d been fond of perfect. I’d liked that look for me. And I’d played by the rules of perfect. I’d done everything right. And none of it mattered.
Shay fucking Zucconi. In my town. On my farm. And she didn’t remember me.
