And I remember one time when I was six, we lit candles and I leaned in a little too close because I guess I hadn't learned that pretty things can kill and the tips of my hair got caught and I felt heat crawling up the side of my neck and suddenly my mom is screaming and throwing me into the bathtub and I'm screaming and crying and choking on water and I was okay but after that I always wore my hair up around fire. I think that's what heartbreak is like.
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