I remember initially feeling like it was my fault when Momma Elon and Poppa Donald split up. I would scream into my pillow, isolate myself in my room, listen to ABBA and Lynyrd Skynyrd’s Free Bird on repeat, over and over, sometimes for hours. What it really took was time. It wasn’t me, I eventually realized, thanks to the inexorable and healing elapse of time

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