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I looked at her. my lovely, tall mother with her pretty coil of hair and her hard, bitter mouth. Her veins were never open. Her heart never leapt out to flop helplessly on the lawn. She never melted into puddles. She was normal. Always. At any cost.

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Frankie appreciated both the accolades and the rejections equally, because both meant she’d had an impact. She wasn’t a person who needed to be liked so much as she was a person who liked to be notorious.
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Appreciated Impact Rejection
Everything doesn’t seem like anything when you love someone. Especially when you’re young.
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Love Someone Young
It shattered something inside me that hadn’t been broken before.
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Broken Inside Shattered Something
Love is when you have a really amazing piece of cake, and it’s the very last piece, but you let him have it.
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Aaming Cake Cute Love
I sit around too much, waiting for other people to do stuff and angsting about stuff they’ve done, without doing anything myself.
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People Stuff Waiting
And this is my life, getting dumped with no warning. Or liking people who don’t like me back, or who don’t like me enough, or not as much as they like someone else.
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Enough People Warning
There will be all these fifty-year-old women wearing hot pants and squeezing themselves into pretzel shapes and then there will be me. Just reaching for my toes like they’re China. ‘Hello there! You’re so far away, I can’t get to you! Can you even hear me?
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Hot Shapes Years
Maybe a friend is someone who wants your updates. Even if they’re boring. Or sad. Or annoyingly cutesy. A friend says “Sign me up for your boring crap, yes indeed”-because he likes you anyways. He’ll tolerate your junk.
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Junk Likes Want
Always do what you’re afraid to do.
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Afraid Always Fear
A tomato may be a fruit, but it is a singular fruit. A savory fruit. A fruit that has ambitions far beyond the ambitions of other fruits.
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Ambition May Tomatoes
Someone once wrote that a novel should deliver a series of small astonishments. I get the same thing spending an hour with you.
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Astonishment Hours Should
I looked at her. my lovely, tall mother with her pretty coil of hair and her hard, bitter mouth. Her veins were never open. Her heart never leapt out to flop helplessly on the lawn. She never melted into puddles. She was normal. Always. At any cost.
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Hair Heart Mother
We should not accept an evil we can change.
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Accepting Evil Should
We can’t know or say what other people do. You have to think what you want to do to get the situation where you want it to be.
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People Philosophical Thinking
The opposite of the life where the girl can’t even speak to the boy she likes; the opposite of the life where the friends aren’t even good friends, and lots of days are wasted away feeling bored and kind of okay, like nothing matters much.
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Feeling Friend Good Likes Nbored Opposite Speak
…a box where she was expected to be sweet and sensitive (but not oversensitive); a box for young and pretty girls who were not as bright or powerful as their boyfriends. A box for people who were not forces to be reckoned with.
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Girl Powerful Sweet

I looked at her. my lovely, tall mother with her pretty coil of hair and her hard, bitter mouth. Her veins were never open. Her heart never leapt out to flop helplessly on the lawn. She never melted into puddles. She was normal. Always. At any cost.

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I looked at her. my lovely, tall mother with her pretty coil of hair and her hard, bitter mouth. Her veins were never open. Her heart never leapt out to flop helplessly on the lawn. She never melted into puddles. She was normal. Always. At any cost.

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