“He mixes maple syrup and mayo on his plate. Dips his French fries in. Tonight, he dipped his finger. There‘s odd and then there‘s something else…a worse kind of odd. Like everything about him is mayonnaise and syrup.”
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“He mixes maple syrup and mayo on his plate. Dips his French fries in. Tonight, he dipped his finger. There‘s odd and then there‘s something else…a worse kind of odd. Like everything about him is mayonnaise and syrup.”
“He started therapy, which made him think he had to be on Zoloft, and Zoloft made him question if he had to be in therapy. He probably needed both but didn‘t trust either. He saw them as a pair of overlapping Band-AIDS and worried something terrible was festering beneath them.”
“At a certain point, anyone who can‘t control their illness has to wonder if they‘re terrible for everyone around them.”
“Security is never much more than an illusion, like a pristine mountainside right before an avalanche.”
“She could rearrange her workspace or decorate her home like disco night in Christmas Town, but the changes never moved from outside in.”