"So much had happened since I last saw my father that I wasn't even the same person anymore. At night when I was supposed to be sleeping, I'd lie awake and wonder if he would like the new me. And I was new, wasn't I? Didn't every new thing you did become a part of you, one of your bricks? I was part Mexico now, and part new school, and part bicycle with no training wheels."
- from Augusten Burroughs' "A Wolf at the Table"
7.03.2009
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