So I just decided to relax into it, bumpy and crazy as it might be, and try for once to just go along for the ride.
Sarah DessenThere was no short answer to this; like so much else, it was a long story. But what really makes any story real is knowing someone will hear it. And understand.
Sarah DessenWatching him, I thought, not for the first time that night, that maybe it should have felt strange to be with him, here, now. And yet it didn’t, at all. That was one of the things about the night. Stuff that would be weird in the bright light of day just wasn’t so much once you passed a certain hour. It was like the dark just evened it all out somehow.
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