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“Do you care?" I ask. "Do you care that I have no skirt?" "At the moment, Tori, no. It's in the airing cupboard. It's just a bit crinkled." "Yeah, I found it. It's supposed to be a pleated skirt, Mum. Currently, there are no pleats." "Tori. I'm really busy." "But I don't have a skirt to wear to school." "Wear your other skirt then, for Christ's sake!" "I literally just told you, it's too sma-" "Tori! I really don't care!" O stop talking. I look at her. I wonder if I'll end up like her. Not caring whether my daughter has a skirt to wear to school.”

“Then I realise this has been coming for a long time. This is what people do when you get to this age. You start finding partners, kissing, having sex. I have no issues with people doing that- like, I'm sex positive, and Becky has wanted to have sex with Jack for quite a while. And I know that kissing and having sex isn't a race, and there are some people who never end up wanting to do those things anyway. But I guess it makes me feel like she's braver than me. She's putting herself out there. She's getting what she wants. And what am I doing? Nothing. I have no idea what I want.”

“I don't want people to be worried about me. There's nothing to worry about. I don't want people to try and understand why I'm the way I am, because I should be the first person to understand that. And I don't understand yet. I don't want people to interfere. I don't want people in my head, picking out this and that, permanently picking up the broken pieces of me. If that's what friends do, then I don't want any.”

“Alla fine, era questo il problema dell'amore. Era così facile romanticizzarlo perché era ovunque. Nella musica e in tv e nelle foto con i filtri di Instagram. Era nell'aria, fonte frizzante di possibilità infinite. Era nelle foglie autunnali, nelle porte di legno fatiscenti, nel ciottolato consumato e nei campi pieni di denti di leone. Era nello sfiorarsi di mani, nelle lettere scritte di getto, delle lenzuola stropicciate e nella luce dorata poco prima del tramonto. Uno sbadiglio soffice, una risata mattiniera, due paia di scarpe allineate accanto alla porta. Uno sguardo dall'altro lato della pista da ballo. Vedevo tutto questo, tutto il tempo, tutto intorno a me, ma quando mi avvicinavo restavo a mani vuote. Come un miraggio.”

“My brother, my little brother, he's soooo perfect, but he's - he doesn't like food, like, literally doesn't like food, or, I don't know, he loves it. He loves is so much that it has to be perfect all the time, you know?" "And then one day he got se fed up with himself, he was like, he was so annoyed, he hated how much he loved food, yeah, so he thought it would be better if there wasn't any food." I start laughing so much that my eyes water. "But that's so silly! Because you've got to eat food or you'll die, won't you? So my brother, Charles, Charlie, he, he thought it would be better if he just got it over with then and there! So last year, he-" I hold up my wrist and point at it- "he hurt himself. And he wrote me this card afterwards, telling me he was really sorry and he didn't mean it to happen. But it did happen.”