NO MATTER HOW
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MILLICENT
CROWLEY
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There aren't any rules to running away
from your problems. No checklist of things to cross off. No instructions.
Eeny, meeny, pick a path and go. But our problems always find us.
Sometimes quicker than others. Sometimes one month and sometimes six.
There's no rule when it comes to that, either.
Not about how long it takes for the problems to catch up with us.
Just that they will—that much is a given. But if there aren't any rules,
I wonder why it feels the same every time. Scattering pieces of me in
towns all over the place. A trail of crumbs dotting the map from
everywhere we've left to everywhere we go. And they don't make any
pictures when I connect dots.
They are random like the stars littering the sky at night.
