"Well that's a good thing. It is, right? It's a good thing."
"Yes, I suppose it is. Nobody likes a crybaby. I've been nothing but that all week."
Hannah stared at her fingernails, a preoccupation of hers when she happened to be thinking something she'd rather not say out loud.
"Whatever it is that's making you cry, Eliza, is taking hold," she said. "You're alive. That's the fundamental point of existence. Now you got to live."
She's right. She's always right. I hate her for that. But I gotta stop crying.
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