" We hit him up for a load of estrogen and painkillers, and though I was happy with his opinion, I was again reminded of my mother’s unbelievable selfishness. She had let me travel to the Third World, to get a surgery that I could have gotten two miles from her front door without going over her Visa limit. What a bitch! I’ll never be like her, I swore. But in a way I was happy. You may not agree with all of our methods (I’m not sure I do), but Tran and I had achieved what we had set out to. We had truly remade ourselves, by ourselves. And we had done it without help from anyone but one another.
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