keeping my gaze trained on my feet, like I was eight years old again and embarrassed to exist.
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Of course. Father-daughter time, that mysterious thing.
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When I was younger, I would’ve given anything to have a conversation with him, have him take interest in me. But by now, through all our ups and downs, it just felt wrong, like an imposter living inside my dad’s skin.
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The words cleaved me in half. Mrs. Rush, my favorite teacher—the one I felt surely saw me, recognized I was special—couldn’t remember I existed.
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Your body has a knowing. Like an antenna, attuned to tremors in the air, or a dowsing rod, tracing things so deeply buried you have no language for them yet.
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You are formally invited
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The moment I pulled it out, my hands began to tremble
Lucy E. Cosmeje citiraoпре 3 године
I like your dreams better than mine.”
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That was the way life worked, a lesson he’d taught me himself: Wanting is dangerous. The less you want, the safer you’ll be
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The room chilled. The words were harsh, but maybe the harshest part was that they came from Caro. I remembered something I’d said to her once when I was annoyed—maybe sophomore year, maybe junior: Caro, toughen up or the world is going to chew you. Well, she’d toughened. After we’d broken her.