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“I’m sorry, Evan,” I said. “But I’m not going to lick your vagina.”
It was like I’d become a ghost without having to go through the messy intermediate step of actually dying.
I just wanted to be somebody else, I didn’t care who. Sometimes I felt like I couldn’t breathe, like I was drowning in myself.
There was so much you didn’t get to choose. The hard way was going to be very hard. It would be a long, long time before I felt safe and warm again. But I would be free, and I would be myself. Show me those fucking pomegranate seeds, I thought. Come on. I’ll eat every last one of them.
