There Is No Etiquette Left

“I have tried to be perfect a long time,” she says, squeezing the mayonnaise bottle like it might cure hand cramp. “Have read every self-help book on how not to make a bad choice. But each year I cling to that crucifix plastic bead, verse on ΓΌber thin paper, and wonder if untying a heart’s impossible if it’s essentially barbed wire.”

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