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Nothing will ever replicate the unique comfort of carrying a small book with you everywhere
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The guilt I carry feels like a wad of bubble gum in my stomach. I remember when I used to be so scared to swallow. I remember when I used to chew on my tongue. My mother said that some women's husbands write them love letters. She said, ā...we wonāt all get that but itās worth trying to get it...ā. When my mom told me that, I wanted to write her a letter every week. I think about how hard it is to write. I think about how hard menās hearts are. I think about how soft women are. I am in a committed relationship. I am sick. People are confused, ādonāt you want to be loved?ā āDonāt you want to settle down?ā. I think about that wad of bubblegum. I think about being stepped on, stretching, unrecognizable. I chew on my tongue.
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