Jennifer Dugan

I realized that my ‘truth’ or whatever wasn’t more important than his reality.

Morgan, my coming out is mine.

There's an art to the extraction.

(első mondat)

“If you could turn that rust bucket into this incredible car, why didn’t you fix that dent? You fixed everything else.”
“I wanted to leave it,” I say, a blush rising to my cheeks.
“Why?” She stands so close her pinkie finger brushes against mine.
“It’s stupid.”
“Good thing I like stupid, then.”
I roll my eyes with a good-natured sigh. “Fine, I left it as a reminder of its rough times or whatever. You can buff them out and paint over them, but they’re still there. Still a part of you, and that has to be okay, right? You have to live with it, but it’s not the end of the world.”