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“The thing about losing someone, it's like...You see something, and you think 'oh, they'll love this once I tell them' or 'I can't wait to share this with them,' but you can't. Because they're dead. So you just store these—these words inside yourself, because what the fuck else can you do?”

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Wrath Becomes Her

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