“What’s your favourite kind of depression? That you constantly run away from a traumatic past in fear? Or that you spend the rest of your life chasing that day when you were six and your mom bought you ice-cream after taking you to the swimming pool,” I asked myself as I put another spoonful of pig and broccoli carcasses in my mouth.
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