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“Mama used to tell me that blood is everything, but I think we're all out here unlearning that sentiment, scraping our knees and asking strangers to patch us back up.”
Every sentence reads as it's part of a poem - where words pierce you and stay with you for longer than air stays in your lungs. This is a beautiful story, and I say beautiful with caution and more in regards to how much feelings it can produce.