Stay put, I whispered to him, Stay strong, I whispered to me. And as a kid I always figured his heart was forreal broken like an arm or a toy or the middle drawer." Long Way Down "Weird talking to my dad like he was a stranger even though we hugged like family." Long Way Down "I FELT LIKE CRYING which felt like another person trapped behind my face tiny fists punching the backs of my eyes feet kicking my throat at the spot where the swallow starts. But I guess not surprising, which I guess is even stranger, and even sadder." Long Way Down "THE INVENTION OF THE RULES ain't come from my brother, his friends, my dad, my uncle, the guys outside, the hustlers and shooters, and definitely not from me." Long Way Down "Laughter, when it's loud and heavy and aimed at you, I think can feel just as bad as a bullet's bang." Long Way Down "How do you small-talk your father when "dad" is a language so foreign that whenever you try to say it, it feels like you got a third lip and a second tongue?" Long Way Down "But if the blood inside you is on the inside of someone else, you never want to see it on the outside of them." Long Way Down "People always love people more when they are dead." Long Way Down "A BROKEN HEART killed my dad. YOU COMING?" Long Way Down "So strange to say. Long Way Down "Just two words, like a joke he'd been saving.
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