Every new event—everything I did for the rest of my life—would only separate us more and more: days she was no longer a part of, an ever-growing distance between us. Every single day for the rest of my life, she would only be further away.

Sometimes if you want to see a change for the better, you have to take things into your own hands.

Also, when on a campaign to convince a stranger that you aren't a few fries short of a Happy Meal, throwing around phrases like "tangentially Swedish" is not the best way to go.

We always have choices. Isn’t that what Dante teaches us?

Written By Chris Bohjalian

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