โDonโt, Mom.โ I begin walking toward her, but I can see the mist forming in her eyes. โNo, no, no.โ By the time I reach her, itโs too late. Sheโs bawling. If thereโs one thing I canโt stand, itโs crying. Not because it makes me emotional, but because it annoys the hell out of me. And itโs awkward.โ
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Colleen Hoover,
Hopeless