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Scott’s friends on the forum didn’t know his big picture. They read a phrase like “It’s going to kill me to live without him” for its precise meaning, and nothing else. They didn’t read more than those nine words into the message. They didn’t take offense, didn’t try to talk him out of it. Didn’t resent it for its presumed relativity.”Of course it is,” they said. And it was the same way they’d responded to every other thing he’d told them about himself: his thoughts on parenting, on marriage and sex, on education and race. They read what he wrote, and only what he wrote, and they responded. Not always in agreement – he’d had plenty of heated discussions over the past year on this issue or that. But he didn’t need yes-men any more than he needed someone to read twenty-one extra words into the nine he’d written.
