The thing about it all is that we were children. That’s the thing about everything that happens during those years—you grow up, and then you look back, and everything shifts in this way that you can’t avoid. When you are children, your sense of blame is non-existent, and then you are an adult, and all of a sudden, it pops up, from out of nowhere, this magical thing, and you’ve got a player on the chess board that’s the most dynamic mover of them all, and nothing is so innocent any longer. What actually happened? What did she actually mean by any of it? What did I? I blame me.

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