One widow.
One nun.
Two toddlers.
Seven couples.
And me.
That's my family, who are gathered here in this beach house in North Carolina courtesy of my grandmother (the aforementioned widow.) I like my family, they're as good as any other, I suppose. But I feel so strange and alone when I'm with them all. I'm a fifteenth wheel. I don't particularly
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