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“There’s never been a time in my life where every aspect of it was perfect, but at this very second, I know what it’s like to exist among perfection.” —Georgia Wright
I loudly blow my nose into the tissue and grab another one to dry my eyes. I’m bawling uncontrollably over a TV show. My favorite character in my new guilty pleasure is currently being murdered by the love of his life.
Like, what the hell, writers?
“Life’s not fair; that’s for sure,” I say as I watch as he takes his last breath, my vision blurred with tears.
Since I’ve been with Wyatt, I haven’t had time to continue my TV marathon, and today’s a perfect day for it. Paige is out of state, visiting her boyfriend, and Wyatt’s at the rescue, working, like always. I’m usually there with him. I love being at the shelter. Bu
