In the end, if we could ever really pursue the question 'why' to its true headwaters, we might find it is often no more than this: a beginning so trifling that it hardly bears notice. The flip of a switch. The flash of a neurotransmission. Maybe there was always something amiss, like a bulb planted and forgotten that blooms when the season is right....A thousand girls could have gotten through my seventh grade and breezed on with a laugh; I didn't.

-Caroline Kettlewell

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