Becca:
Does it ever go away?
Nat:
No, I don't think it does. Not for me, it hasn't - has gone on for eleven years. But it changes though.
Becca:
How?
Nat:
I don't know... the weight of it, I guess. At some point, it becomes bearable. It turns into something that you can crawl out from under and... carry around like a brick in your pocket. And you... you even forget it, for a while. But then you reach in for whatever reason and - there it is. Oh right, that. Which could be aweful - not all the time. It's kinda...
[deep breath]
Nat:
not that you'd like it exactly, but it's what you've got instead of your son. So, you carry it around. And uh... it doesn't go away. Which is...
Becca:
Which is what?
Nat:
Fine, actually.
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