somewhere in an old journal entry i had remarked that our high school set had all “been taught to come to the point through the sharp-tongued aid of mike evans” but i get more mealy-mouthed the older i grow. i used to tell myself that there are only two things i’m good at: writing, and loving people. (i am rubbish at everything else.) i find i don’t do either so well anymore.
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