“Somethings are fun the first time you do ‘em, and not so much the next”
“Like the bus?”
“Yeah, like the bus”
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The next day, after work, we just went to the beach… far away from anything… everything… just Christopher and me… far away from buses and noise and… a constant disappointment in my ten-gallon head… in myself…
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“Because when I was young and I'd get an A on a History test, or whatever… I’d get this good feeling about all the things that I could be… and then I never became any of them.”
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