“But don’t you want Magnolia to be there?” I sighed like he’d punched me, because it’s true. I do. I want her to be everywhere. Wherever I am I want her there. That’s the problem. But I don’t know what we are. Haven’t for a long time. We’re something. I’m something to her, she’s something to me. Sometimes I think we’re in love and we’ve just had a bad run at it, that we’re fated and shit, that our stars are on their way to aligning and maybe everything that happened a couple of weeks ago is the beginning of us working out, and then she goes and fucks Jack-Jack Cavern for forty-eight hours
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