A father, a daughter; I couldn’t, for months. Then I did. The blizzarding of memories fighting through darkness. Paul Mescal’s back, stripped, drooping, heaving. Then him dancing. A song’s lyrics changing forever. The terror of knowing what this world is about. Wanting to give love one more chance, forever.
Forever.
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