All of us have stories we'll never tell. But in keeping them secret, over time they lose so much of their original shape and meaning that eventually they can become something entirely different.
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I'm afraid you'll never get home. Your knuckles will bleach on the prairie, and mum and dad will cry till they drown, and there'll be nothing left at all, and later the hyenas will howl over the whole thing.