I'm afraid to breathe in case I break the spell.
Sara GruenI realize the blackness of sleep is circling my head. It's been there a while, biding its time and growing closer with each revolution. I give up on rage, which at this point has become a formality, and make a mental note to get angry in the morning.
Sara GruenAge is a terrible thief. Just when you're getting the hang of life, it knocks your legs out from under you and stoops your back.
Sara GruenI've decided it's not about me at all. It's a protective mechanism for them, a way of buffering themselves against my future death, like when teenagers distance themselves from their parents in preparation for leaving home.
Sara GruenIt's like Charlie told the cop. For this old man, this is home.
Sara GruenThe thought has cheered me, and I'd like to hang onto that. Must protect my little pockets of happiness.
Sara GruenHe whispers in her ear, and she basks in his attention, trumpeting happily at the sight of him.
Doesn't she remember?
Don't mind Russ," he says. "He's a good kid underneath all those holes, although it's a wonder he doesn't spring a leak when he drinks
Sara GruenAge is a terrible thief.
Sara GruenWhen did I stop being me?
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