“It’s strange that I can think of my family, and the way I was raised, and feel like it was good. But it was, in so many ways. It’s just that all that goodness, all that love, affection, and kindness, was conditional. It’s really foolish to think unconditional love even exists because it really doesn’t. Not from family, friends, lovers. Everything has a condition. And if you don’t meet them…”
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Harley Laroux,
Losers: Part II
