[ His coldness doesn't deter her. She accepts it as nonjudgmentally as she accepted his story in the first place. It's not his fault, after all. He can't help being who he is. No one really can. ]
Plenty of facts are fucked up. Did you know we eat spiders in our sleep? I read that in a magazine, once.
[ It might even be true. ]
But I'm not going to make a production out of it. It's not my life.
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It's still fucked up, though.
[ His coldness doesn't deter her. She accepts it as nonjudgmentally as she accepted his story in the first place. It's not his fault, after all. He can't help being who he is. No one really can. ]
Plenty of facts are fucked up. Did you know we eat spiders in our sleep? I read that in a magazine, once.
[ It might even be true. ]
But I'm not going to make a production out of it. It's not my life.