Kit, you're forty. You look thirty. You act...well, never mind. You're carrying on like you think you're seventy
Josh LanyonI dug out the powder blue cashmere cardigan my mother Lisa gave me the Christmas before last, pulled on my oldest, softest Leviโs. Comfort clothes; the next best thing to a hug from a warm, living body. Lately there had been a shortage of hugs in my life. Lately there had been a shortage of warm, living bodies.
Josh LanyonFocus on someone elseโs problems for a change, I instructed myself. You need the practice. From now on youโll have to live in a world you didnโt make up. Horrible thought.
Josh LanyonIโm not going to let go of you. Iโm going to hold you all night. So go ahead and feel whatever you feel. If youโre still craving cocaine, go ahead. Youโre safe. You can crave it all you want, but I wonโt let go, and if you still feel like you canโt trust yourself in the morning, and itโs what you want, Iโll drive you to rehab myself. Okay?" ~ Max
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