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“The tension of knowing what I couldn’t give—to anyone, but her in specific—made my skin tighten against the thorns of my bones. Not that I didn’t love her, because it was hard to do otherwise, but that I didn’t know how to love without reservation.”

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Book:Holidays with Bigfoot
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