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Despite my fears and my aching loneliness, I believed without a doubt in a better world, which was adulthood or New York or Paris or Love. But Howie just as stubbornly knew things wouldn't work out. He was convinced he'd die before he was twenty. He knew people weren't equal, that they were wired for hatred, that they were gladularly incapable of decency and that any semblance of goodness had to be attributed to the

But the very act of enticing friendship, of managing and conducting it, the whole politics of sentiment - well, I didn't despise it, for how could I despise what I needed so much?

But the very act of enticing friendship, of managing and conducting it, the whole politics of sentiment - well, I didn't despise it, for how could I despise what I needed so much?

But the very act of enticing friendship, of managing and conducting it, the whole politics of sentiment - well, I didn't despise it, for how could I despise what I needed so much?