"I fell in love with
solitude. Submerged myself in it like bathwater, soaked in it, let it
wash over my skin, crawl into my pores, settle in my lungs. I inhale
loneliness like it's the sweetest spring air that has ever kissed my
lips. When did one become the most beautiful number?"
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