They were never sure. Had grown to know one another, to hate one another. Their relationship borne of respect and charm, distance, and a hell of a lot of airline miles. There are some things in this world not worth explaining, like anger, or love, or broken families. All unhappy families are unhappy in their own way, or something like that.
She came from convention, he from drugs, alcohol, and cable TV—wonderfully, ugly convention.
They tumbled through their pasts and tripped into an immediacy that would eventually change them both.
Hazy conversations, scuffed shoes, and broken bones created tiny chasms of memory that left them unable to forget one another.
There are some things in this world not worth explaining, like anger, or love, or broken families
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