Melancholia

“Why do you think it is,” she said, “that the good and the easy are never the same thing?” She used her sleeve to wipe away snot and tears – misery makes a child of us all.

“The good gets easier with practice,” he said.

“I don’t believe you,” she said.

“That gets easier too.”

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