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“In the perfect ending to the saga, I won’t hate myself, or where I live, or have to get around by car, or have to make sacrifices like whether to buy groceries or go to the dentist. I won’t question if my life is worth living. I won’t think about almost being killed by the local drivers, or avoiding the stench in the air at night. My neighbours won’t play country music at full volume at midnight. I won’t self-soothe with two ounces of bourbon each night. I won’t wonder if the discomfort, inconvenience and hassle of this place will ever end. It will end. It will be over. And it will be perfect for me.”

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