I’d known the answer for months. I just didn’t want to listen to myself or think about the implications of knowing. I asked the question in various ways, among my friends, while alone in the shower, sitting in front of the TV. I kept asking the question because I didn’t like the answer. It was hard and I didn’t want to face it. I wanted easy with no courage required, I wanted a solution handed to me on a silver platter. Like all . . .
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