It's just, then she was nineteen and then she was twenty, and so on, and nothing changed. And she's not sure, even now, that if she had it over to do, anything would. Or even could. None of which she quite knows how to explain to him.
"There's just . . . okay, you know how most families have a few skeletons in their closets? Our skeletions have like their own wing. And I'm not sure it's at all fair to drag you into the middle of that."
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It's just, then she was nineteen and then she was twenty, and so on, and nothing changed. And she's not sure, even now, that if she had it over to do, anything would. Or even could. None of which she quite knows how to explain to him.
"There's just . . . okay, you know how most families have a few skeletons in their closets? Our skeletions have like their own wing. And I'm not sure it's at all fair to drag you into the middle of that."