The story swifts and swerves around you, appears at the most unconvenient moments, burns the back of your eyes until rivers come out, I stood crying in the middle of a workout class and couldn't get it to stop, is this what they mean when they say face your fears? I write kindness into children's stories when what they really need is to see death and know someone will get them out alive. On holidays you're allowed to drink bourbon at lunch.
So you do.
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