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“I love things made out of animals. It’s just so funny to think of someone saying, ‘I need a letter opener. I guess I’ll have to kill a deer.’”
-David Sedaris
“Hiding,” Jayma says spitefully, with a certain amount of self-contained despair. It’s not her fault and yet it is, because otherwise there’s no one to blame; that, she can't have.
“Waiting,” corrects Alex when she’s had enough, which I’ve come to realize is just about all the time. “Martyrdom is becoming and all, but don’t forget, it still means you’re dead.” She’ll blow a stream of smoke and return to the bliss of nicotine rush. Jayma self-deprecates; Alex is indifferent. There is balance, and the moment passes.
-David Sedaris
“Hiding,” Jayma says spitefully, with a certain amount of self-contained despair. It’s not her fault and yet it is, because otherwise there’s no one to blame; that, she can't have.
“Waiting,” corrects Alex when she’s had enough, which I’ve come to realize is just about all the time. “Martyrdom is becoming and all, but don’t forget, it still means you’re dead.” She’ll blow a stream of smoke and return to the bliss of nicotine rush. Jayma self-deprecates; Alex is indifferent. There is balance, and the moment passes.