2.23.22 “the Bywater.”

There is something different about being here and being wise beyond your years. I feel like I’m speaking only to myself and I’m hardly paying the necessary attentions.

You could tell she was always the happier one. She’d made a subtle point to cultivate all that she could, and kept things at a reasonable distance. Nothing had been easy for her, but she’d grown to assume that life would always be this way.

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