[COMPLETED] ❝I mean, for all I knew, their mother was a perfectly delightful woman or a nun or something; that didn't make the linoleum sting any less when I fell into an undignified heap in the middle of the ointment aisle of an overcrowded Walmart.❞ Alex spends his life dreaming of escaping. Or something pretentious like that.

They only knew how to love each other.