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Write your pros and cons, Julia said. And then talk, she said. I told the first girl that she wasn’t the first to cry in my aunt and uncle’s guest bed. God I was such a bitch. I left her. Like actually left her with my family. She left right when the next girl started sending me letters. She was Buttons and I was her Jim. Dearest Jim… signed your ever-loving Buttons. She never even made it to the bed. All of her letters are in a file next to the bed. The last girl, though. The night she cried in my bed was the night I felt absolute despair. The Incident happened and since then I don’t know how many times I’ve cried in this stupid bed. I’m crying right now. I cried last night. I cried a month ago and I’ll probably cry tomorrow morning too.