Let me put it more artistically, with greater sophistication:They left us in the toilet. In the deepest pile of shit. And we're coated in the crappy residue of their decisions. But that does not mean we are the one who pooped, Moritz. And neither are we the poop. Never think that. We're not the poop.
— Leah Thomas
Because You'll Never Meet Me
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