A fifth-grade bully, a blossoming romance, a late-night crash
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I wanted to touch him, hold him and laugh with him, show him something — just one thing — good about the world, but I couldn’t think of anything just then. I wanted to fold his mother into me, whoever she was, and love her, build for myself and these two people I didn’t even know a world where laughter and gentleness is possible, not distorted.
You start with the energy to be somebody, then use it to become nobody.