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I tell her I’m trying to tell my story, but I can’t, I don’t have the courage, because it hurts. So I embellish everything and describe things not as they actually happened, but as I wished they had happened.
She says:
“Yes. One’s life can be more bleak than the bleakest book.”
I say:
“Exactly. A book, however bleak, can never be as bleak as a life.”











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