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How My Fear of Loss Became a Fear of Fire

On some level, we all know: Everyone who is etched into our being will one day vanish.

, Did I blow out the candle? Did I turn off my stove? Did I leave something burning?

Personal Shopper, The Clouds of Sils Maria,

Cancer. Now

Personal ShopperIt’s so nice out!—

Yes!

She is going to leave us. One day, this will become part of our accepted narrative; Karen died young. How did I not see this before? she

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actual

Just preparing you—it’s going to get worse. Wait, we’re planning your ?

So this is how it’s going to be

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It’s, Suzie

Personal Shopper,

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It hurts like hell until I pass out. When I wake up, I am in the nurse’s office and see a wad of bloody paper towels. Dizzy, I have no idea that my first kiss is weeks away.

thinking

Oh, we are running out of time

Personal Shopper,

Whatever. I’m not even New York

Hilarious. Karen, are you loving this absurdity?

Comprehend this, Suzie. She is gone. She is really gone. This is what you needed.

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Personal ShopperLife as you know it is over.

fine,