I bought plane tickets for this weekend to see a boy whose last name I don't even know. I don't even know if Chris is his real name. And he thinks my name is Zara. He's been texting Zara these past few days and I'm thinking, maybe I really do want to be Zara. Just for now. That's the thing with having a million middle names. You're automatically
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