Brynne Delerson

Every so often the passing 7 train dismantles her.

He was no older than the rest of them judging by his face, but his drawl suggested a decadent, world-weary forty-year-old.

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If they have the right perfume but not in eight ounces—for example, the twelve-ounce bottle—she will not buy it. Even though the twelve-ounce bottle costs less per ounce. They cannot afford to be smart with money.

She struggled, she was struggling, and it felt real, more real than anything she’d experienced since she’d truly been alive, and for that she wondered at the irony. Because surely she was dying, wasn’t she? Surely only death could feel like this, like pain and panic and desperation alike, and surely only her death would give her this sense of antic

In studies like this one, psychologists have discovered that self-control is an exhaustible resource. It’s like doing bench presses at the gym. The first one is easy, when your muscles are fresh. But with each additional repetition, your muscles get more exhausted, until you can’t lift the bar again.

“What is the ratio of the time I spend solving problems to the time I spend scaling successes?”

Adina realizes friendships are reincarnations.