In a way, he was like the country he lived in. Everything came too easily to him. But at least he knew it. About once a month he worried that he was a fraud, but then most everyone he knew was more fraudulent. Sometimes he felt. . . there's really no reason for us to change. But of course by then, they were too lost or too lazy. It had always been too easy.
And my problem, too. It has always been too easy. A gift, and a curse.
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