How many scuffs accumulated before I stopped parking in the farthest spot? How many times did I drop the phone before I stopped putting up with the Tonka case and bubbly screen protector? Leila was devastated when Rose scribbled over the notebook she’d saved since high school. Now they’ve filled many new pages. Insight breaks slowly. But then Caroline told me she learned of the classic Buddhist story when a friend busted her lava lamp and proclaimed, “Already broken?!” Though she laughed, I felt a little sting that he’d stolen her opportunity to own it.
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