We sell each other beauty, and happiness, and perfection. And I think about how none of those things are real. We spend our money on these things, but they do not change the stories of our lives.
Then I go into a bookstore, and I remind myself that we also sell books. And that books are real. And how the books that we read become the stories of our lives.
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