This is true: if there was one thing my father taught me, it’s that endings never work out the way you want them to – that they’re terrible, and this one is no different. They’re like the last drops of wine, the final puffs of a cigarette. They’re Sunday nights, or the last afternoon of summer. They’re flat tires and wet pairs of socks and cold dinners. They’re the sort of thing that – no matter the effort, no matter the discipline – no one can get right.
-Grant Ginder
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