“Don’t you love how he leans?”

As long as I seem to be experiencing odd, latent-adolescent emotional crises, let us revisit the master:

“I loved Jordan Catalano so much, and talked about him so much, and thought about him so much, it was like he lived inside me, like he had taken possession of my soul or something. And then one day… I got over him.

“It was like Jordan Catalano had been surgically removed from my heart. And I was free.”

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