It was a game that had me breathless and frozen. We’re winning, we’re not. We might, we don’t. Then I thought of you, watching from your part of the world. And I started wishing that I could take tweezers to my ear and dig till I reach brain and rip out the memories. I’d pile them up in a neat corner, leave the room, shut the door, step out to the lawn and burn the entire house down.
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Among other things, J 
I love this so much. It’s so honestly and touching. Love the grit feeling to it.
So if you see a house on fire..you know why ;)