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“I think I’m addicted to sadness.”
Someone had once told her that everyone was addicted to something.
She could smell sadness like a fragrance sprayed in the air.
“I think we can always change.” Angelo shrugged. “You just have to be willing to walk away from the pain.”
“Do you believe in destiny?” Angelo asked back. Lęina shook her head. “‘Destiny’ feels too big. Too big to be real.”
